.Now we changed our position to doggy style. We were facing dressing mirror in front of us so it excited me more to watch me and aunty in mirror while...fucking. I watched her boobs hanging like mangoes and was giving her strokes. her ass was so fair I pressed it while stroking her. Whenever I pressed her ass she used to moan harder and this gave me more and more excitement.Now we again changed our position. She was riding on me. It was great pleasure to see her boobs bouncing and she was riding. The door closes and the window is wound down just a crack. She leans forward to the gap and speaks to either her son or the person driving the car. Quickly the window goes back up and the car pulls away. Rita watches the car drive down the road getting drenched as she is just wearing a simple blouse and cropped trousers with slip on shoes. Turning towards my house I can see her take a deep breath and walk determinedly my way. I know that she can’t see me watching her due to the deluge of water. And she would try to make that happen if she could, she would call him Dad or Daddy so people could hear and then she would get really turned on because of what they must have been thinking when she kissed him, or teased him or played with him. Or more.There was this one time for example, we spent a weekend out of town all four of us and we were in the hotel sauna, and by the pool just before Cait had been calling him Daddy all the time and in the sauna we were just wearing towels and there. She certainly was no housewife even if she did wear a ring and was married. I gave my home number and told the nice lady that the call was from "Bobby" and she would know who it was. I heard the giggle at the other end of the line and I started to have dark thoughts about the female voice that suddenly didn't sound so tired any more.I hung around the house by myself for a couple of hours and waited for the phone to ring. After that, I just gave up and headed downstairs to play some stickball.