” she suddenly said. “I don't want to pry into your, er, personal life with Aunty Joan but, well, to put it bluntly, you can certainly use that to...gue of yours....such a technique! How did you learn that?” He looked at her, slightly shocked at the boldness of the question. “I think I know what you're getting at, and yes, you're right, there certainly wasn't much of a sex life with Joan” He paused. She sensed a confession. “I, er, got my coaching in that, er, skill from someone else.” “Mmm...now. She is vulgar and course. There wasn’t anything submissive about her either. Which he expects in a girl”“But we became friends. I get so lonesome around here. She was funny and we would laugh and laugh.”“Then your uncle kicked her out. He said she was getting too attached,” Leah shrugged her shoulders. She continued. “We did play around a little like girls can do. But it was nothing like Mei and I”Cook had cleaned up and left. Now it was just us at the table. We were drinking wine.“So what does. This other song came on singing "how low can you go". She was getting pretty low raising her ass up. Her butty dress was climbing up her thighs showing me the bottom of her cheeks. She started humping the air harder. And her dress was rising up even higher showing me her thong, OH MY GOODIES GOODIES. My COCK started to get firm as she was showing me her bear cheeks.She looked over her shoulder and gave me this devilish smile and raised up. Faced me and started dancing towards me and I danced. With them being lifelong buddies, I had a strong feeling that Stuart would also be in sync with my music choice.In the large entrance to my home, I had a big Persian carpet that we all began to rhythmically sway upon in time to the music, as our fondling and groping gradually got underway.It didn’t take too much time before John was on his back on the carpet, and I was skull-fucking him as Stuart began to plow John’s arse. In our extended session, Stuart and I continually change positions.