“Yes, it is in our room,” she replied.“Then when we’ve all eaten, if you’d like to get it, would the children like a photo with me?”I assu...ed that the rapid French she spoke to the children and their answers were her asking and them saying yes.“Thank you,” she said, “that’s very nice of you.”I loaded my plate and found a table in the corner of the breakfast room to eat.Afterwards I went back to my room finished my packing and went downstairs to check out. Just as I finished, the French family. She told “uff ufff yaaa, you son of a bitch you cannot satisfy me. Let me atleast get the pleasure from some one else.” I was shocked to hear that.Next day we didn’t talk much. Evening I came home early. Rashmi came with prakash at around 10 pm. He was holding her waist when they came. They told they went to movie. Prakash kissed rashmi in front of me. I shouted what is this nonsense? Rashmi straight away came to me and slapped twice telling “you street dog shut up.. shut your fucking mouth. My cock had a mind of its own, and began to swell as I was transfixed by her image, obsessed by her beauty and yes, raw sexuality. I dared not move, dared not make a sound lest I be discovered watching her as the lecherous uncle I had become, but I sat and watched. As she turned to rinse the shampoo from her hair she turned her profile to perfection, her arms above her shoulders enhanced her pert breasts and nipples in every detail, her flat abs and the curve of her back above her sweetly. ‘Briefs sliding down legs… cock now bouncing free… the fresh air feels good… God.. I’m so hard knowing that you and Igzi can hear me… my cock is throbbing without being touched…’Aaifia’s soft voice mirrored me. Then I heard Igzi ask something.‘Igzi ask you to describe it,’ Aaifia said.‘My cock?’‘Yes, she has never seen man’s cock before.’‘Not big, not small… and very, very hard. About seven inches… light pink skin… veins visible on the shaft… the head is darker pink and swollen with a defined.