She would drop by my shack and come chill with me.By the way, I play some really good music at the shack as well. Mainly classics, rock n roll, blues ...hich attracted a lot of people to drop by. I also would organize jam nights and different people would pick up their guitars, djembe, mouth organ and perform. The place was lively with good food and alcohol served.Bhawana and I got pretty close and we shared the stories of our life, relationship, friends, crazy stuff done, etc. One evening, a few. It took no time for her tongue to part my lips and start searching me. It felt so good, goose pimples worked up my back, and my cock started to harden in my jeans. Then she stopped.“Upstairs, first door on the left, get changed into what’s on the bed, understand slave?” She had spoken like this in the chatroom but her voice made it a little frightening. “Well?, get a move on” she said smacking my ass.I didn’t need telling again, I was off and up the stairs while she vanished into the kitchen.. I watched them for what seemed like 30 to 45 minutes I could not believe how they held out this long. Just when I thought they would never stop this my dad moved to allow my mom to get on the edge of the bed. She was bent over the edge of the bed with her ass up in the air. Then my dad came in behind her and shoved his dick in her pussy and was pounding away on her. I then noticed movement in the room other than my parents. It was my aunt and she was not there but for pleasure. I then noticed. To tell the truth I have a thing about older guys. They’re more experienced and last longer. Anyway, the more I thought about this guy Peter, the hotter I got. Like I said, I liked the way he looked at me when I went in the back to get something. He always stops what he’s doing and looks me up and down then turns away like he doesn’t want me to know he’s checking me out. Still, there was something in his little smile, something in those blue eyes and the way our eyes meet that intrigued me..