I had found Greg’s profile posted on a local swinger’s site, where he’d suggested that he’d love to join another couple, and that he thought h... might be slightly bi-curious. After a few emails I arranged to meet him personally just to make sure he wasn’t a complete fake or some raving maniac. When we met it quickly became clear that he was just a normal guy, quite shy and fairly sexually inexperienced, but with a few pretty tame sexual fantasies he was looking to explore. He admitted that we. The thing that captured her the most though was her lips. The most sensual lips that she had ever seen moved softly as she watched. It only took a short time for her to become completely mezmerised by them. She continued to watch as in turn the lips were pursed seriously, then again as they stretched into a smile, outlined in pale pink, her make-up natural, her hair as elegant as her dress, captured and held, leaving tiny whisps around the nape of her neck, small curls daring fingers to twirl. Then the door to the bathroom opened wide and out bolted my aunt, wearing little more than a pink tanktop and black yoga pants, her red-tinted hair tied up in a ponytail. At first, she went straight to the luggage bag on the floor beside the bed, which was filled to the brim with her clean clothes. It was when she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye, sitting on the lounge chair in the corner of the hotel room with nothing but a t-shirt, with my solid cock in one hand and cellphone. For seven years, my whole world had revolved around her.Now there she was, standing on the pavement in the drizzling rain, outside a block of flats in the city. Two suitcases at her feet and a table lamp in her hand. I remembered that table lamp, it was one that her mother gave her; it was the only piece of furniture she'd taken from the house.I'm not really sure how long I stood hidden in that shop doorway watching her; wondering what she intended to do; besides get soaked to the bone, that.