One day my friend was the mummy and as I lay on top of him I could feel his cock growing hard under my ass. I held my breath for a moment, not sure wh...t to do. Do I pretend it’s not happening? Do I get up and call him names? I just lay there, scared to move, to breathe. I felt his breath on my ear, hot and soft, then my own cock started to harden. I slowly eased off of him and incorporated it into our story.“This mummy is dead! How is he getting hard!”My friend just lay there as I reached out. Looking at her face was a delight, I stopped my exploration and kissed her hard, my tongue entering her mouth, just as she started to respond I pulled away watching as her tongue stroked the air searching for my lips,"Don't tease, it's not fair." Do you want me to be fair ?"she paused, I used this to again kiss her, my tongue flicking against hers, I lingered for a moment as she responded to the kiss, then left her licking the air again, she strained her head up trying to find my lips. I left. ”Amy laughed at him, “Marriage is not about getting pussy, Rod. It is about companionship and love and doing things together. It’s about trusting your partner and wanting to share your life with the person you care about. It is also about giving your partner what they want and desire.”“Yes, all of that and also having pussy laid on. I can get any pussy I need when I need it because I’m packing.”Amy shook her head then lifted up to get him to slide out of her. A huge mass of sperm ran from her. I managed some courage and went to kitchen where aunty was doing something. I said sorry to aunty and told her that I am leaving. Aunty was also feeling shy. She also apologized for breaking my privacy. She then asked me to forgive her n wait for Kaustubh.I could not refuse her n went to the drawing room. She later came with tea.There was an awkward silence in the room. After some time she broke the silence and asked me to not to tell this incident to her son. I told her that I wont.She.