The walk back to the hotel was similarly stimulating. We stopped on several occasions for long deep passionate kisses.Back at the hotel, we could hear...the vibrant disco music coming from the hotel roof bar, so thought we’d give it a go.My wife asked me to wait a moment as she needed to go to the loo to refresh her makeup.She looked like every man’s dream as she emerged from the powder room and I joined her to head for the lift. As the door closed, she looked at herself in the mirror adjusting. ..not really." I found myself looking down as I talked."Well," he started, "I've thought about it a lot as you can see."I looked over at him and he had opened his robe exposing his long, fat and again hard dick (oh man, I knew this was coming). He laughed when he saw my nervous look and then looked down at his dick and started to stroke his erection. We sat there in silence as he stroked himself and looked at me watching him stroke himself and then back at his dick as he stroked.Then without. Coming to the story I am very much interested in sex especially I am interested in married aunts, especially the mature aunts with deep navel, big ass and their hanging boobs I like looking at navels fleshy belly and exposed boobs of my neighboring aunties when they are busy doing their household activities, my interest in aunties started when I was 10 years old there was an aunty named Rani who lived three houses away from our house when I was studying in my fifth std Rani aunty was thirty at. But Irene, who must have been as sleepy as I, seemed in no hurry to go to bed. She sat on the sofa with Val while they sipped wine and each told the other her life story. At least that was how it sounded to me. I couldn't help but notice that, as the evening progressed, the two women seemed to sit closer and closer together, so much so that I began hopping back and forth from Irene's firm-fleshed, well-forested pelvis to the other woman's soft, almost hairless pussy. I certainly hoped that Joe.