His finger push against his cock from the other side of me, sending a delicious torrent of spasms rocketing into my depths. “Oh, fuck!” I cry, and...the passionate motions of my hips change. I’m done making love; I want to fuck. JOHN Something has come over Alice. The moment I pushed my fingers in her ass, her entire demeanor changed. Her head rears back, the tendons in her neck standing at attention as an animalistic scream of delight breaks from her lips. Her back arches, and her pussy grips me. Now as we finished our third round of drinks Carl and Mike showed up within minutes of each other. We all introduced ourselves and I was given many a compliments from the guys! As we started off making small talk things were going great, there was now awkward moments, just fun chit chat about what might occur. Carl was about 62 but thinner then my husband with black hair, clean shaven with brown eyes and a very cute smile, and from his pictures he a very nice body to boot! Mike was the same. Tell me”. I again said “really aunty nothing at all. I am not doing anything with her”. She said “You think I don’t know anything. I know everything about what you are doing with her”. I did not say anything. I was just quiet.After a minute or so of deadly silence she said “you have been having sex with her. And that too for the last six weeks”. I protested weakly saying “no aunty, who told you. I am not having sex with her at all”. She said “you are again lying to me. Who will tell me, Prema. I had always admired her growing up and was happy she was my mom. Never any complaints outside of the normal ones all kids have with parents. My father, being in the military, was often away in Germany while we stayed behind in the States. I once asked my mom why we didn't join daddy at the army base, but she told me it wasn't a place to raise a young girl. That young girl was me, and by fourteen I was a young woman. Despite how my mother treated me, the budding breasts in the mirror said.