The terrace was immense, at least 1,500 sq ft with 3-feet high parapet walls running all along its boundary. Aunt Sheen had laid out the carpet at the west wall of the terrace, facing away from the setting sun. Strangely, the weather was pleasant at this time as there was a soft, cool breeze blowing with the setting sun casting lovely lush colors on the sparse clouds in the sky above. The carpet had a tray kept in the middle, with a thermos of coffee and two huge coffee mugs. Also placed along the indian coffee was my packet of cigarettes and the lighter as well as the ash-tray from the stairs. Aunt Sheen sat on the left side, with her back to the warm parapet wall and her shapely legs stretched out before her. She signaled me to sit to the right with a smile. I took a seat a couple of feet away from her, and sat with my back also resting against the wall. “How are you feeling, Ali?” Aunt Sheen asked me as she poured me a mug of coffee. “Great, aunty!” I replied with a grin. I was genuinely happy at everything that had transpired between Aunt Sheen and me since yesterday. Although Sheen aunty had taught me quite a lot of things about sex and had been submissive in bed ever since I remembered the events of the past day marked the beginning of a new aspect in our relationship. I knew that this was one of the major turning points and one of the most memorable two days of my life. “I’m so glad to hear that, son.” Aunt Sheen said and smiled wide at me, looking happy that I actually liked everything she had asked me to do since yesterday. And so I did something I never thought I would do. “Let’s make it happen,” Susan purrs as she lays on her side and slides Noah’s cock into her again. Her fingers slowly reach for his cock and start to stroke it back and forth. Brie snapped her head to him and glared. You’ve changed enough bottles for this to be considered grand larceny in most states. That is good news for me, I feel like my cock is in a tight glove.” indian He said and then groaned deep. I quickly pieced it together that it was my Uncle Ricky, with his wife and kids, who were much younger - and far more annoying - than my sisters. They often work with the Sterling detective Agency, too. My cock was now pulsing, throbbing, I felt unable to move as I lay with my hands above my head as if tied securely. “Any proof?” I asked. He looked down at her and said I'm a sadist jenny. I am not going to lie though. I came all over my hand, screeching as I did but never letting my gaze fall. himself through his pants quietly.