Seeing my puzzled expression she explained that women whose friends are widowed tend to be worried that their husband might be tempted to stray. “I�...�m still young enough to want and need sex you know – but there are few men of my age still free and available.” I asked what she did about it then and she said that “I find the occasional man to play with, and sometimes I even play with a girlfriend or two”.There was a rather stunned silence at this statement and blushing furiously Helen stood up. They had a kid too. The aunty was a MLIF! Her name was Mansi (name changed). She was very pretty. She was wheatish in complexion. Around 5 ft 3 inches. Had an amazing figure! Big breasts around 34DD,flat stomach and an amazing ass which I felt like spanking every time I saw it.They were very friendly with our family and I used to talk to Mansi a lot(she insisted I call her Mansi). Mansi was a very gorgeous and confident woman. She knew she was hot and wore tight fitting clothes to show it and. After about 5 minutes, she went to the rest room, cleaned herself up and brought few tissue papers and started to clean me. The smell of cum was all round the room, I asked if she needed a room freshener to which she replied that the room is fresh now only, we both laughed and we were feeling very hungry after that sex. We called room service and order some Fries and Nuggets and had them. Night we slept together, she was sleeping on my chest and I was running my fingers through her hair. I. For, back home, people thought the streets of Europe were paved with gold, and whites were civilized, nice, intelligent people. This seemed all true. Dez was dazzled by all the glitter, the fine cars on the streets, the countless tall buildings, the shops full of high tech goods and the latest styles and fashions. Germany was indeed a very wealthy country. They even used the Mercedes Benz, the dream car back home in his Southern African country, as a Taxi. The women on the streets impressed him.