We were unpacking the luggage and adjusting the bed, and all this time, my aunt and I were constantly exchanging glances. I always gave a naughty smir... and she looked shy.We got freshened up and aunt went to close the door. As she bolted the hinge, I rushed to her and pushed her onto the door and she let out a moan as her boobs got banged to the door. I turned her toward me and held her tightly by her waist. Aunt was wearing a lightish yellow printed transparent saree and a matching short. She said “I live alone also, but across town, so I guess it just wont work out, besides isn't this going a little fast”? “We hardly know each other”. So we introduced ourselves, chatted about our jobs and other interests, when she asked, “are you a voyeur also”? I said I did like to watch both women and men. “Wow” she replied, “both”. I said “I would like to watch you sometime also”. And she asked, “do you like my breasts”? “Yes, they are big, and look perfect”. We talked like this for a long. Let us make it eighteen inches tall." The machine hummed and a sparkling mist formed, and when it cleared, a stuffed toy was sitting there.Molly picked the toy up, carried it over to the astonished girl, and placed it in her arms, as she said, "Enjoy."Lesley looked at the tiger, which looked so real to her. "For me?"Molly ran her fingers through Lesley's, hair and said, "Yes. Enjoy it, it shall never wear out, and if you squeeze it, it will purr."Lesley squeezed the stuffed toy and everyone in. . . they were . . . copulating. Connected. United. Hooked up to each other. Deep sexual union. Brynn wrapped his arms around the man's lower back, entwining the two of them together until they were tightly braided in a deep and intimate and perverse sexual union. A few minutes later, the pace and urgency of Sig's fucking became quicker and soon, he was humping and there was a flap-flap-flap sound similar to what is heard in the normal mating of a man to a woman.And after another few.