She tried to hide peter’s line of vision with her hands as if she was holding his head while she turned her head towards suresh and gently kissed hi... lips. She whispered to him not to say any thing or do anything to bring it to the notice of peter. He was gentle and she let his tongue into her mouth and cherished the feel and taste of it for a minute or so before withdrawing it. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks. She was really getting tiered of it and her nipples were also getting a bit. I found them very pleasant to talk to, very straightforward and fun loving. Later I asked my friend, “How come such beautiful girls are still unmarried?”He explained to me that when Bala had decided to marry their parents met with a terrible accident and were bedridden. She gave up her marriage plans in order to look after them. Later, Mala also decided not to marry. A year or so back, the parents died. Now having reached the thirties not too many guys wanted to marry them. I am sure they would. The guy was standing a little back from the hole but had his cock out and was slowly wanking it!! My own cock stiffened in response and I slowly pulled my cycle shorts down to reveal my semi erect member. He immediately stepped forward and put his hand through reaching for my cock, I gasped as he stroked it a couple of times, then he withdrew his hand and beckoned me towards the hole and advanced his now thickening cock in its place. This was the moment of a 1000 fantasises for me, but here. I told her why I was there. She turned her head and yelled, her body leaning against the doorpost in an insolent manner."Aunt Philo, there's a guy asking about the room," she screeched and then gave me a feline grin and a look that said, You'll be sorree!A bleary-eyed barge of a woman lumbered into view. She wasn't fat. She was big, but not unattractive. I could smell last night's whiskey on her breath. We introduced ourselves. She was Philomena Gomez, forty-five years old, 5 foot 10, dark.