Uncle Dan, completely oblivious to her side project, let out a moan. I assumed he must have came because Aunt April’s pace quickened to a fever pitc... pace. My thighs began to tense and I finally released a massive load. There was no telling how much it was because of the bumbles, but wave after wave erupted from my cock shooting out into only god knows what directions. My thighs responded with rapid small shakes as Aunt April slowed her pace and tighten her grip milking my shaft for every drop. Peter's eyes fixed on her as she walked to him and put her knees on the sofa, straddling him. She took his hands and placed them on her tits and leaned back shaking her head. "Sure, you can stay, I want you to," Pat said in a sultry voice. I could see the agony on his face as he declined, "I can't, I have to go, my wife." "Ahhh," Pat voiced. "Let me leave you with something else to remember me by." She got up and knelt between his legs, opening them as she did. Pat looked him in the eye,. We didn't care if the few we saw could catch a glimpse of us making out like that. It wasn't like we were getting undressed or anything. I was wearing my typical t-shirt and jeans and she had her sweet 38D breasts within a tight fitting black and yellow blouse. The material was just a little thicker than a t-shirt and the sleeves went down to her elbows. It had no buttons. She was wearing tight capri pants that reached down to her calves. She rarely would go out without a bra and this day was. They thanked her and asked her to be on one with them, she agreed and after we stood talking and drinking with them . At about 23:45 we were both very unsteady on our feet and slurring quite a lot but the boys asked if we wanted to go to the Flamingo night club with them. I said we were too drunk but Julie was really enjoying herself and wanted to go. I linked one of her arms and "Batman" linked her other we managed to get to the nightclub and I was surprised we managed to get in seeing how.