So i arrived an my auntie pats house at seven ,auntie pat was mums older sister about 45 years an was a bit on the large side , she had given birth ov...r a year ago and was spilling out of her low cut dress, i couldn't help looking at her boobs whilst she was telling he where the bottles of milk where to give the babs if it woke up ,uncle peter seen me looking an give me a little light smack on the bum "on day son" he laughed .The night went quick an soon auntie pat an uncle peter where back, i. She moved gracefully and in command of her body. You could feel the energy flowing through her. When she finished, the judges, who had to be made of stone, merely thanked her and indicated that she would have their decision within the week. “How did it go?” I asked. “They never show their thinking. I have to wait.” “You must be starved.” “Yes, but I stink like whore on payday too,” she teased and brushed by me. “If you say so,” I offered, “you can use my shower at the hotel.” The offer hung. Short dark hair, perfectly trimmed. He had a strong set jaw which made him look like a moviestar. She wondered why he sat there all alone. Everybody else had a partner with them. Or was occupied by something else. This guy didn’t seem to have either. He turned his head and she saw his eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, warm and friendly. She had always had a weakness to eyes. And a pair as his could steal away her attention to the world around her. Only noticing him. It looked like he had noticed her. Jim stood behind me and began tapping my ass. He had done the same thing in Atlanta, but not, I had assumed, for an audience."Watch this," he said, "This little bitch gets real horny when I play with her ass."I groaned in shame and lust as his palm kept slapping my ass. Each slap made my cock bob up and down. Audience or no audience, I desperately needed release."Please..." I gasped at Jim. "Please fuck me,"Jim slapped my ass even harder. "Such a polite little girl."The other men had opened.