After my handwork I went in my drawing room aunt has already changed her saree and was in nighty that too very sexy she was walking in drawing room sh... was moving her ass sideways and walking ohhhh I were unable to tolerate all these.I decided I want to fuck her anyway. I was very afraid how to approach her. Next day I thought I would walk in front of her without innerwear. I wore lungi dothi type and banyan and walked in front of her with my bulged cock.She saw my bulging she didn’t react. No doubt heading for the ‘last door on the left.’Suddenly the lounge looked and felt empty and I felt a similar emptiness as I looked on through the webcam. Watching Sue and Francis together had been painful enough. But not watching them, being excluded, felt ten times worse. All of my subconscious fears of losing Sue to Francis or being replaced rushed forward to fill the void. Whilst my brain was occupied watching them the aroused part of my brain was in control. Denied this pain-suppressant,. Her hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for a deeper, lasting kiss. I was conscious of other diners staring – but what the hell – this was brilliant. Our tongues met and we enjoyed each others taste, lapping the tips of our tongues…. I was in heaven.“Excuse me…” came a call from a distant place… “I would like to serve your dinner”.. I was blasted back to reality in a shot as the Waiter plonked a bottle of Red on the table.We sat back licking our lips and chuckling at each other. God, this. Stan was true to his word and was at Anne’s door in a remarkably short time. Anne opened the door to find Stan there, looking damp and a little dishevelled. ‘Come in! Come in!’ she urged him. Before closing the door she checked – it wasn’t raining. ‘You caught me just out of the shower,’ he told her in response to her quizzical look. ‘I didn’t want to wait any longer than I absolutely had to, so I just threw clothes on and came straight over.’ Sure enough, he had odd socks on. Anne couldn’t.