Two weeks later, I moved from my Venice condo into her Burbank apartment. Sex was not new to either of us, but the feeling we shared together was inde...d different. It was unbelievable. We were both open and free with our bodies and our desires. It was not uncommon for me to casually come behind her while she brushed her teeth and enter her, hold her and watch her in the mirror as the tedious task turned erotic. Other times she would crawl between my legs, release my cock and swallow every drop. Aunt Connie was kneeling in front of a shirtless man, a look of wanton lust covered her face, and obviously she was struggling to remove his pants. Clothes were strewn haphazardly around the area.At first the scene was so shocking that I could not fully comprehend what was happening. Then I realized... The man was Uncle Clyde!"Holy shit!" mouthed Pamela silently. "Uncle Clyde and Aunt Connie."Before either of us could say or do anything further, our attention was drawn back to the scene of. She obviously is more open, horny and sexual now and I’m the lucky one. Since sucking her mangoes and fingering her pussy becomes a regular thing and for her jerking my dick is boring now, both of us wanted the real thing, the FUCK… The lucky day arrived when we went to meet one of her senior. we reached in her senior’s flat in the morning (I think that was Saturday) and was having a great time then her senior got a call from her manager and she had to go to the office to sorted out some. I could hear burps and farts coming from him, he sounded pretty trashed as his foot steps faded down the hallway.He stumbled past me, making his way to the big couch behind where I was faking being asleep. I heard him taking off his cloths and collapsing one the couch. It seemed like eternity before he fell fast asleep, snoring away.I got out of the couch slowly, I wasn't sure if he was totally out and didn't want to take any chances of him waking and going into a drunk rage. He was fast.