So this is how things began on that rainy day. We all were at our grandparents place as it is a usual Sunday custom. At around 8 P.M my aunt told that...she wants to leave for home. My uncle told that he won’t be able to come along as he had to take the parents out the next day. Also my cousins were planning to stay back as it was Onam holidays. So my aunt asked me to come along. I was not expecting it myself as I was also planning to hang out with my cousins. But then the thought of her going. She was open, honest, expressive, engaged in her own quest to seek out something less orthodox, more explosive, less restrictive. She took pride in her God given gifts, and yes, she was indeed worthy of such pride. My own "bride" had long ago forgone any such measures or interest, but then no surprise there. A woman who has been raised to think of anything sexual as sinful, or any thought of provoking a man's libido through a sensual display of attire, (a damn sure ticket to hell), well she's. “Oh, god, this is so amazing.” Jack was beginning to get a little high from the nicotine.“We’re just getting started.” Valerie pulled his hands to her breasts, and asked to be squeezed. He was more than happy to oblige.“Maybe we should move this into the bedroom, where we can spread out.”They took the carton, the packs, and the glasses into the back room. They pulled back the cover, and spread their paraphernalia on the bed. At this point, Jack was in his underpants, Valerie in her panties.. She remained behind me and licked my neck and back down to where the corset covered me. She pressed herself against me and I realised she was naked now, or at least her breasts were, her nipples hard against my skin. She rubbed herself on me, pushing her breasts against my back and her pussy to the latex covering my arse. Hands roamed over my hips. Greta moved in front of me and lifted the hem of the skirt to tuck it into the waistband. ‘This is better for Greta, now I can see your kitty,.