They both assured me that the other guy was straight (as was I), and that the female was just super horny and loved more than one set of hands, lips, ...ct. roaming her body. Well I agreed to meet and set a time and place after they sent me a couple pics of her and them together. She was no raving beauty but she was attractive. I could tell she was a large woman, but not huge, but her breasts were HUGE! 42E as I happened to find out later, with large areola and fat, thumb tip sized nipples. She. Aunty’s hands were caressing Swati’s thighs. Mom went for a piss by taking the permission and joined us in the minutes.I was looking at her thru the mirror from the bathroom. I was exactly against the bathroom inside view due to partly open, as Mom didn’t latch the door. Firstly Mom hooked her bra and then took out her red c-thru panties out of her legs and balled it in her hands and joined us on the table. Mom gave the panties to Bhau, so he took the aroma of the wetness of her panties and. She put down the glass of wine and stared at me.“Hey… I don’t intend on doing that. But it’s only my curiosity. Do I have a chance?” I added immediately.“Well, as long as you don’t mind me fucking other men.”There was a brief silence and then we both laughed heartily.“So what are we now? Friends with benefits?” I joked.“That’s what it is. You give me sex and I’ll return the favour.”“Oh… you are such a slut,” I teased.“Honey, you have no idea what I am,” she replied as she winked at me and. ’ ‘Ooo, A man that can cook. Well we shall see if you can back those words up mister.’ We quickly peeled and chopped all the vegetables, then thinly sliced the chicken. Melissa’s eyes widened when she saw that I could indeed handle a knife. I mean a guy can only live alone for so long without learning to cook for himself. I didn’t tell her I had been cooking since the age of 8 either. In half an hour we were eating a delicious stir fry with noodles and chatting away. After dinner I helped her.