After that, I went to sleep in my room.Suddenly at around 3 am, I heard some noise. So I went into the hall. I saw Nisha aunty was smoking a cigarette.... She was only wearing a bra and a panty. My dick stood up as soon as I saw her. She saw me too. I asked her whether she smokes without telling uncle. She said, “Sometimes at night, I love to smoke”.Without even bothering about in what clothes have I seen her, she asked me if I want to join. But I refused as I don’t smoke. She told me to promise. Tim had my butt spread as wide as possible, licking and probing my hole. My knees started shaking as I felt the urge of peeing grow. Tim must have realized it to for he raised his head and licked down to my balls. The salty taste in my mouth told me Tim was close to his own orgasm. I played with his balls, massaging and squeezing them. I was so into what I was doing I didn't hear Bill come in. He stood by the bed watching us, then reached for my stiff dick. His touch was all I needed to cum. As. I didn't know whether she meant Ken orTim. It didn't matter. The answer would've been the same either way:"No!" Really?" She eyes me curiously. "I just wonder, David, whether underthe stress of the last few days and through the forced role-playing ofCindy, if perhaps you are being forced to confront some aspects ofyourself you have long tried to ignore?"I eyed her warily. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" All the women, Mr. Sanders. The macho posturing. And today, Cindyflirting with the. .. he seemed so like an animal - and also like he knew exactly what he was doing. This was not the passionate slobber-fest of a virgin, it was the determined make-out of a man.She had to admit how hot it was. She had never really seen Greg as a sexual being before (despite having seen his private parts dangling in the open air for years). Now all she wanted was for him to kiss her like that.When the kiss ended, Sheila stood up in the shallow end, looking shell-shocked. Greg immediately started.