You don’t have to call first. Is this a business call or do you just want some free drinks? Naw, it’s not business, you know that I have never met...your lovely wife and I want to. See you about six?” I said “Only if you stay for dinner.”Doug replied “I’ll bring the wine, see you at six.”At six on the dot Doug knocked on the door. “Come on in buddy” I yelled from the kitchen.Doug came in just as Karen was descending the stairs. He look up at her with obvious admiration. She was wearing something. Before that, as a school teacher, I lived in Vermont, and before that Pennsylvania, where I was born. My mother was Gloria Ann Fox, formerly Gloria Ann Housel; my father was Frederick Matthew Fox. This record is of my experience in October of last year in the wood behind my home (to the north). I swear by the grace of god every word is true to the best of my memory.I live far enough in seclusion that I have to prepare for winter fairly early each year. It is 50 miles to the nearest town at. I had no underwear below my trousers. I was willing to go to bathroom and piss but I didn't as I knew that under pressure my cock can be harder. I thought of my bhabhi with closed eyes and tried to make my cock bigger by stressing it. Within seconds it became rock hard. I would like to tell all of you guys that I have a very fat cock 7" long.While I was trying to be asleep I heard sounds of bangles in room. I slightly opened my eyes and saw my bhabhi searching something in almirah. My heart. But what surprised me was that my aunt was peeping through the keyhole and was fingering her pussy. I then realized that she was hungry for a cock.After they stopped she went back to her room. The same thing continued for many days. During these days her attitude towards my father changed. She used to always to show off her cleavage whenever he was around and her nightgowns were always loosely worn. I always used to fantasize her on top of my father. One day when I was studying I heard low.