But as they say, how long can one hold the storm. It was again the same CC camera that recorded this incident too. But let’s see who it was this tim.... It was almost 15 days since that incident. Ammi was following her routine daily. All I could see was her changing dresses every day. It gave me hardons.But I didn’t see anything unusual. One day I watched it at night in my room. The time was 10:15, exactly a few minutes after Abbu and I left for work. There were visitors to her bedroom. And guess. Jerome was the pizza guy and Claude was the beer transporter…They did not know each other; but I explained I had asked both of them to spend a nice while with me.I was ready to go to bed; because I thought both guys would not dare to lose their time with a mature woman like me; but they were very confident and I knew they had never had a mature white married slut like me…I had enjoyed a warm shower a while before and was wearing a black nightie; no bra; no panties. Both guys could see my naked. I closed my eyes fantasizing that someone was there with me, touching me. These were not my hands; they were HIS hands grabbing my big tits, pulling my nipples. My hands wondered elsewhere on my body, washing, caressing. Damn I need a man!!! It’s been a few weeks since I last had a good hard fuck and this auto caressing wasn’t going to be enough. I sighed as I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry. It was too late to blow dry my hair so I just brushed them into a ponytail. Sighing. Young guys that we were we all took the chance to sniff these skimpy little knickers.We used to walk in the same direction home, 'Would you like to come visit my Aunty,it turns out she was just 12yrs older than Sanjay, my mother is away, and she's looking after the house. If we're lucky, we might get some action!' "I doubt that" I said. 'You don't know she is when she's had a few gins, let's try! What do you say, is the white boy scared?' He joked.We went to the off licence and got her a half.