I didn’t like the idea at first, but caved after seeing the group of guys basically beg. I kind of loved that. I agreed. The phones came out and pic... were taken. They all watched my every move, said really dirty things and some were even touching themselves. Seeing that, looking into the eyes of a black man grabbing his cock sent a sensation through me, I felt it in my legs and pussy. I didn’t let it distract me anymore though, I kept walking around wetting the car. I felt the bikini bottoms. I put my hand under her dress and had a feel of her legs. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party.Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around and led me upstairs. She opened a door slightly and hooked her head through. "It's empty," she said, "Come on."We went through and she shut the door behind us. It was a bedroom. She grabbed me and we kissed passionately. She turned. “Do you girls want a proper spanking?” she asked, patting the paddle against her hand.“Yes,” “Maybe,” the both of us said at the same time, but I was more enthusiastic toward her offer.Aunt Chelsea smiled and situated herself on the edge of the bed. She wiggled for a moment and flattened out her skirt over her knees to make the perfect little spot.“We’ll have to wait for this one,” she mentioned, putting the paddle down at her side.“Alright, Fiona, come over here,” she beckoned, making me ooze. They had only been gone for about 45 minutes, so they surprised me when they opened the door. I did my best to nonchalantly put down the computer, and sit up on the couch to hide my huge hard-on, while they came in and sat down the sleeping baby, and began talking“So how was lunch, you guys are back pretty fast”Michelle said “I was a little tired, and Carolyn really needs to get to the brewfest and meet the rest of our friends. You can go if you want to.”“That is alright, I would rather go.