‘Hey Trish.’ ‘What is this I hear about you being in town for weeks and why haven’t you came by to see me?’ ‘Sorry I’ve been getting set...led into my new apartment.’ ‘Well, you can make it up to me. Nat is in town and her, Barbie, and I are about to go to brunch. You are coming too.’ ‘Okay see ya in a few,’ she hung up and went to her closet find something to wear. She picks a gray t-shirt, and denim jacket. A pair of dark-wash blue jeans and white tennis shoes. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Nick walks out. Monica usually a little shy was covered under the sheets sitting at the bed headboard. We started chatting as it was between 1 or 3 months since James last fucked Monica, chatted about anything and setting a relaxing atmosphere, some drinks until as usual, James stripped off in front of us and went to shower. On his return he was already half hard, his cock pointing straight out as if pointing towards my wife," hey Monica, would you like to start tonight off with a massage? My wife says I'm. He also lied on her and catching hold of her balls he squeezed them and at the same time he steadily rocked on her.After a few minutes he just fell on her with a loud moan and then remained quite for sometime. Later he got up and wearing his underwear and dhoti he went to the cot and lied on it. After sometime I could hear his steady loud snoring. Aunty got up and wore her blouse and sari. She went to the bathroom at the rear and later returned. By this time what I had seen had very much. She's still laughing a little when you tell her. She's unfazed, still giggling, allowing a trickle of wine to escape down her chin. She catches it in the palm of her hand, then feeds it to you off her fingers."Come to bed, Pussy. We haven't had desert."It takes her only seconds to strip you. The little skirt falls to the floor, the sweater slips so easily over your head. She opens the only button and the shirt slides off her shoulders. Her mouth is on you at once, quick kisses over your neck,.