. An hour had gone by… some thing fell on me… i showed it aside only to realize that it was a flying cockroach…. It woke me up… i was hearing ...ome kind of moaning and reciprocating noise from the bedroom… i thought that i should take a look… i peeped in … luckily the bed lamp in the room was on… i was shocked at what i saw… aunty was playing with herself… she had put one of her hands in her bra to squeeze her boobs and the other hand was moving to and fro in her pussy… i got dumstruck.. What. “Why not, we do it anyway,” he said. “Why not discuss what we like sexually; what turns us on and turns us off.” She smiled. “I can just imagine sitting down with a new boyfriend and suddenly asking him does he like to spank, for example.” Karl laughed. “Well, do you like to be spanked?” Claire laughed. “Mind your own business,” she told him. “Anyway, you are not my boyfriend.” He smiled as he brushed it off. “I would like to be though,” he told her. There was silence for a few moments. . We had no police powers and were warned by the police not to engage any suspicious people, but we sometimes approached people to get a sense of what they were up to. And normally, there couldn’t be much good happening that late at night. I pulled the van up next to the boys at the curb, and Thomas lowered his window and asked, “Hey guys, what are you doing out on the street this late at night?” Then one boy who looked like the leader said, “We’re just going over to Lamont’s house, and we were. Holy fuck what a sight.Her stockings were half on half off and unclasped from their suspenders (ripped and torn and stained). Her top was now just, and I mean just covering her tits as she walked.Her skirt was crumpled and stained and her arse and cunt was on show.As she came in I was surprised to find the taxi man coming into the hall too!I heard her giggle and then the sounds of kissing. I popped my head in to find them locked in a deep tonguing, his hand up her skirt playing with her clit.