Go and make tea for me.” I kept standing. This time she slapped me twice, harder than before. With difficulty, I somehow managed to keep my balance ...nd avoided falling down. She uttered with anger, “Any further delay and you will be in all sorts of trouble. And make sure the tea tastes good.” I quickly rushed towards the kitchen.I now realized how difficult a housewife’s job is. All my leisure and enjoyments were gone. My routine entirely changed. I had to wake up at 6 AM in the morning, clean. Her two fingers were moving in and out of her pussy while with another hand she was squeezing her boobs. Her boobs were also bare naked as she opened out her blouse and bra. My eyes fixed on aunty. I could not believe the scene that my poor but sweet aunty is masturbating that is also in presence of me. When I thought calmly, I could understand that she is not having her husband since last five years so what else she can do to satisfy her urges and she is might not have anticipated that I will. You know I'm a klutz. It isn't even that big." She said. Vlad started rubbing his temples. "It hurts. Aah, it hurts." He said, closing his eyes. "Go sit. I'll take care of this." I said, pointing to our seats. He walked down the aisle and sat. I sighed and turned to Billie. "Billie. What are we gonna do with you?" I asked, putting a hand on my forehead. "Wow. You guys sound like my parents." She said. "Dude..." I warned. She held her hands up in surrender. "Okay. I'll shut up. Can do. I'll be. About half an hour later, I was at her front door, wondering if I should knock. Once again, horniness prevailed, I knocked, and she opened the door,Dierdre had a room-mate, but he was gone for the evening. She wasn't especially attractive. A bit dumpy, in her 30's, with shoulder-length black hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt, She invited me into her cluttered living room. I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then,.