I was just lost for words. "I don't know where to start," Aunty Pam said looking me in the eye. "Your father and I have been holding these parties for...the last three years. During those three years your father and I have had sex frequently - sometimes at these parties and sometimes in private. It's not a 'love thing' ... it's just that we both have sexual needs and desires, and this was a way we could both satisfy them. We do it for comfort and sexual relief rather than for love. There! Now. I was then taking as long as I can to be among the people and was adopting more erotic positions letting them see me naked with them. I looked at Genevieve and saw her face getting flushed. She was squeezing her thighs together as if she was unable to control her sexual excitement. At one moment I told Genevieve that she too should try some sexy bikini in the shop. When we came back I found Genevieve had a package of bikini in her hand. Though the trial rea was occupied so we came back to the. Her entire cunt spasmed upon entry from the cock so large it could barely fit her small frame, creating an even tighter clasp that made her wail. But with even that, she learned her lessons like a good girl. She could tickle her throat and straddle the rod balls deep with the largest of cocks.....with exception of her asshole.It was with great glee that I discovered that a conveniently tardy essay and few missing pages from her textbook sabotaged her literature class. I did what most did, a. When she was wet I made a proposal. She should wear a night t shirt that just covered her ass and was tight on her tits and go talk to the pair in the kitchen.She was turned on by the idea and put the shirt on. I watched her go downstairs and watched her hesitate several times. At last she pulled the t shirt down, forgetting it made her tits stand out even more, and turn into the kitchen.I heard simple conversation for a few minutes before everything went silent. I had to be careful, but I did.