I asked what can we do. Aunty was thinking about what to do and suddenly she told what if we do a video of her having sex.I asked, “We don’t have ...ny video camera. How can we record her having sex in her home? How we will go to her home when she is having sex?” She told, “Your uncle has brought a camcorder last time when he had gone to trip.”“But how shall I or we go to her home when she is having sex?”She told, “Not when she is having sex, but you are going to fuck her in my home.” I shot my. I got up, Ben came out of the bathroom and they showed us the rest of the house.John handled the grill, while Sherrie, Ben, and I sat, drank, and talked. Ben was enjoying himself a little too much. But that was Ok, if anything he deserved to have a fun night.As the night cooled, John started a camp fire. A few more beers later, we decided to play poker. Ben and I were sitting opposite of Sherrie and John. This was beneficial for both of them as I could open my legs up for them. Sherrie was to. She knew that this was her sexual renaissance. She was going to have a long night.Saurabh untied her hands. And he was on top of her. Their lips met for the first time on the bed (though they had kissed while they were dancing earlier). She was smooch him and he was meeting her every move. She was so mesmerised with him. They were lip-locked like lovers on the Aksa Beach. Both were moved to an ethereal realm. They were so engrossed in their love making that they didn’t seem to care at my. Softly. Deep. Pulling and twisting her finger higher and higher deeper. ‘ delicious ‘ she whispered. Latching to me and suckling. Deeply suckling. Snuggle me softly hugging me softly. Her breast hugged me as she finger fucked me slow.my bottom grew firm as she massaged and spanked me. Snuggling close to me. The massage getting darker. Wicked. Diving to my breast she covered me in kisses.and squeezed me slowly. Nibble nibble of my nipple.. nuzzle on my vagina. And Caressing my breast circling.