Then she asked whether I had my breakfast or not. I replied no its ok I will have it in Vandana aunty’s house. My mom tried to stop me for breakfast...but I said her bye and was gone. I rang aunty’s door bell. After 5 mins she opened the door. She was working in the kitchen. Aunty was wearing a pink and white coloured chiffon saree. Her fleshy body was drenched in sweat, and she was looking incredibly hot in that condition. She was surprised to see me around 8 in the morning. With a generous. “ It sure looks that way and this old door and the lock are going to be hard to break down, I saw a film once about someone locked in. They found some old wire, pushed the key through and when it fell on the floor slid the wire under the door and pulled it back through and opened it that way.” she explained. Pushing the key out was no problem with the long knife from my fishermen’s tool, but finding some wire might take some doing. The answer lay in the old wire bird cage somewhat had discarded. She’s the Hottie Wife; I need to get one of those.” Brian turned and looked at him while sipping his drink. “She’s a great wife, and yes she’s definitely a Hottie. But, I hate to dance.” “Yea, I see that. Thanks for the drinks.” “Of course,” he replied and went back to watching his wife on the dance floor. Katie and Nick grinded against each other as an in descript Lady GaGa song played loudly through the club. Nick’s hands were rubbing over her body, he was standing behind her. Katie’s hands. That night I lied there in my bed unable to sleep. I hadn't actually gotten any in a couple of weeks so I was kind of horny. Before I knew it, I found myself jerking off. I started thinking of Jenny, a fellow CCRI student I'd hooked up with a couple of times, but half way through the image of Laura came crashing through. Bending over to dry her legs off by the pool that perfect ass pointing straight at me. Oh Kev you are sick I told myself but couldn't stop. The image became more graphic, me on.