Aunty was in her late thirties a little plump. Not so good locking and little dark, however she had big ass and comparing boobs. The best part used to...be her dressing, she never wore bra under her blouse.During the class I used to get good view of her cleavages. Her boobs were big and her cleavage used to give me a hard on. Cleavage were normal in everyday cycle The incident started one afternoon when I was at their home, me and aunty were alone since Mr. Khan had gone for taking clases. That. Her round 32C boobs still looked good."Okay," I said.She nodded and told me not to say anything about us having been married. She walked away and talked to her husband. I grabbed my drink and went back to talk to Janet.A couple of minutes later they came to us. Monica did the talking. Janet liked the guy, a tall bald guy with big muscles, the kind of guy you would see riding a Harley-Davidson. We all agreed on switching partners, so we moved to a room upstairs. When we entered the room, there. It's worth a try."She gave me a smile, "If we don't ask, it probably won't happen."Mother and I started cooking on Tuesday night. We made pumpkin pies, pecan pies, mincemeat pies, key lime pies, everything we could prepare and knew would keep a couple days.Bill, Father and I absconded with one of the pumpkin pies and covertly feasted in the back yard. We'd done it every year for the past fifteen years, so of course Mother knew exactly what had happened. She did her customary moaning about. I just wasn't serious about any of them.I guess Sasha cheating on me somewhat led me to distrust women. Then there was the fact that I was infatuated with an older married woman, my boss Mary. I knew it would never go anywhere but a guy could dream.I really enjoyed my job and most people treated me well. Since I worked in the main office they must have felt I was important. I forgot to mention that Bill started in the new warehouse as an Assistant Manager. He was peeved when he found out he.