She used to hang around a little longer than the other ones and was usually by herself, we eventually began to get to know each other and would dance ... few slow songs after everyone else left, she would tell me that I had a face that belonged on TV, I think I reminded her of a weatherman or someone.We would dance and hold each other, she would just touch my hair as we danced and basically kill me, she was so sexy, soft and smooth, incredible woman.We finally began to talk to each other and I. Her pussy had just a little fuzz on it. I reach up and used my thumbs to spread her pussy lips. I saw the small little nub of her clit peaking out of it’s hood. I gently slipped my thumb between her lips and rubbed it across her clit.She stiffened, gasped and said,”Wha...what did you do?”“You like that?” I ask.She stood still for a moment, then nodded her head. I patted the seat and she came and sat down next to me. I gently pushed her back until she was laying on her back, then I spread her. They both happily agreed for that. But my mom had no idea that her son and her friend both are getting desperate to fuck the hell out of each other. So, it was about to strike 9, and I said my mom good night and left. I rang the doorbell, aunty opened the door. She didn’t change her clothes, she was still in her sexy saree, which I wanted to unwrap from her voluptuous body, teasingly, slowly, enjoying each second of undressing her. Aunty pulled me in and closed the door. She pushed me back a. Sorted. Any way where have you been hanging out?”“Ah well, you know the beach at Sochi, really busy now and masses of food and stuff left everywhere. Just buzzing about round those fucking tourists is a great day out, you know, out of our daily grind, makes a change.”“The beach? Fucking long way when we’ve got the dacha, the apartments, the store and that new toilet they installed in the square, bit posh that, too clean but it’ll deteriorate - hopefully.”“Yeah I know, we can always find stuff.