By then it was plain to me that Aunt Paula enjoyed fucking as much, if not more, than her husband. I became used to seeing her naked and every curve a...d swell of her body became very familiar to me.When I drilled the peephole between our two rooms, I had made up my mind to tell no one about it, but after two weeks of watching them fuck I felt so proud that the urge to tell Fred about it was too great and I decided to tell him everything.Besides, not only had I seen my Aunt naked, but I had. That Saturday afternoon we gathered together and made camp. As we built the fire, the boner jokes were flying everywhere. Instead of being embarrassed or getting mad, I joined in on the mockery with some of my own self depreciation, which had us all laughing like crazy. This approach made it much easier. When the laughter began to die down, someone mentioned that some of the girls might actually show up tonight, which got everyone excited. My friend Bill said "maybe they're all coming to get a. "The student diligently prepared. He gathered pictures of women andplaced them in the correct places on the walls. Sultry images of womenin mid dance or laying across cars. He gathered several square silverpackages and placed them into his bag and tossed the bag on the couchbehind their chairs.They sat at the table and the professor signaled for the first man toenter via the intercom.She smiled graciously with her dirty blonde hair hanging over her notoverly buttoned blouse. The boy who stood. They wanted me to have a few beers with them and this group of women (who were nowhere to be seen). We spent the next hour drinking waiting on these women to return and eventually they started to arrive. They had sort of half dolled up for the night in makeup and hair tidy but casual in jeans or leggings. All the women were aged 30-45 I'd guess and all but one that I noticed wore wedding rings. There were 7 of them all average looking except one stunner who wore too much fake tan and makeup. I.