We all had dinner together. But one thing that revolved around my mind while I was there was my daily routine.I was missing touching my pussy and havi...g an orgasm. My pussy was itching, but all I could do in that apartment was talking with the people. Manisha was busy with her boyfriend like other girls were with their boyfriends.I strolled around as I was getting bored. There was a kitchen and a bedroom in that apartment and the bedroom. I peeked through the door and watched them enjoying each. I slowly increased the rhythm and depth of each thrust until we were fucking loudly and aggressively. Ifeoma was grunting on every thrust into her, almost shouting with intensity. "Uh... uh... uh... fuck yes!" she yelled.I, in turn, groaned into her ear on every thrust, a sound primal and a****listic from deep in my throat. It felt so unbelievably filthy and naughty to be fucking this woman in her ass. On one hand, Okolo was right. She did come off like an ice queen at work. Based solely on how. I knew that uncle would not miss this opportunity to fulfill his wildest fantasies with me. In fact I wanted to satisfy him. As soon as mom and aunty had left uncle came to my room with a jar of Vaseline. I was sitting on bed wearing nothing but a nighty. He smiled and took the nighty off. I was sitting naked quietly on the bed and uncle began to open his clothes himself. As soon as he had pulled his shorts down his beautiful lund was in view. It was around 8” long and was as hard as iron.. Engulfed me, tongue, lips, just enough pressure in the right places. Most days I'd be happy to let her go on until the sweet delicious throb and release as I filled her mouth. Not that morning.Grabbed her under her arms. Pulled her up. Kissed her. Rolled her off me. Moved up onto my knees."Turn over. Now."My hands on her hips. Pulled them up and back. Legs a little apart. Slid right into her wetness. No more easy stuff now, it was straight fucking, and she loved it. She told me so. Slamming.