Aye ... you can do! So did you live in a 'ouse in London, Bobby?" ... Mmm ... it was on an estate ... but it's nicer here! Where do you live, Aimie?"...Not far ... Gordon Street. Where are you?" Russell Street." This made Aimie smile." ... Eeh, Bobby! That's reet near us! We go past your road in't mornings!"Well, to cut a long story short, Aimie and me became firm friends, as did our mothers, who were both Londoners; and Aimie's mum, Mary Cartwright, helped my mum, Tricia Clements and my family. My eyes moved from her eyes down to her thighs and back up, following every inch of her, the curves and the bulges, wondering if I’d get to see more of them some day. I think she might have noticed me checking her out like that as she was smiling and blushing too.Over dinner, we started to chit-chat. I asked her what the party was for and she told me it was because her husband was promoted and was moving to Dubai for a couple of years. While she said that with enthusiasm and a smile on her. I have enjoyed each of the times I watched as Steve, Bill, and the other men in our threesomes gave and received pleasure from my luscious wife. I eagerly watched as Cindys dress moved higher on her firm thighs as she squirmed in her own rising sexual excitement. I smiled, knowing full well that her pussy was probably beginning to ooze as her excitement continued to grow. Mike seemed to hesitate just a bit, so Cindy gently took his hand and placed it under her dress so he could feel her thighs. Once everybody has finally had their breakfast, I think we should take this party into the living room. There are presents waiting to be opened."As she said that, I noticed that Aunt Sonja glanced over to Mom with a slight grin but I shrugged it off for whatever reason while mom returned the grin. It was a matter of minutes that we all made our exodus into the living room picking out where we going to sit. Jill and I snuggled into the big plush recliner with her mostly on my lap. Mom, Dad, Aunt.