Till now, we have been happily enjoying our lives, until I came to Facebook in last year August and came into swinger’s group.And the third person w... included was my close childhood friend Rohit a Marathi guy who is also 38 years old. He is married person and we used to talk casually about sex. And during talks I learned, that he had already experienced 3-4 girls earlier and is a good masseur. Without any emotional attachments he was capable to handle my wife, even though he was a third person.. Most have been converted to up-market establishments and towards the end of this narrow street was a pastel blue painted mews cottage where the downstairs had been converted into a lovely looking bijou living quarters. There was a large bay window with no curtains that fronted the building. As I approached I noticed a lady in a coat looking out of the window with her phone in her hand; obviously checking my progress towards her. As I approached, she waved at me. That was not something I was. I finally was able to look down her shirt. Her tits were huge! Bigger than I had ever seen before. She reached into my shorts as I stared down her shirt, and as if at an instance my attention quickly was taken from her tits and shifted to her hand which was firmly gripping my penis. I smiled at her and she smiled at me. The funny thing was, my aunt was peeking out of the house periodically to check up on us. The real funny part was it looked like we were just standing really close to each. Bob squeezed a long strand of the cool gel onto his fingers and then rubbed itin the crack between the two tender hills of flesh. As he spread the KY in the crack he found the little tight rosebud. Bob worked his index finger into the tight sphincter little by little. Koen squirmed and pulled back a bit. ‘Are you sure you want to go through with this, Koen?’ ‘Yes,’ Koen answered weakly. Bob pushed his finger in a bit deeper, glazing the rectal walls with the lubricant. Deeper his finger.