His pussy was so wet he was soaking the grass beneath his jogging shorts. I couldn’t believe we were fucking so loud. You could hear the squishing s...und his pussy made from the other side of the bushes.I came. I came like some unchained creature from hell. I could feel his pussy grabbing at my cock head encouraging me unload the huge load in my balls. Painting his pussy walls with semen. He came. He screamed, “Oh Alpha! I’m gonna! I’m gonna! I gonna! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK. If I had asked and you said yes then it would have been O.K. If you had asked me to do it and I did then it would have been O.K. But you couldn't say yes and you couldn't ask so it was wrong. I'm sorry, Aunt Marti. Please forgive me."Tears started forming in my eyes. I felt as if I had betrayed my best friend. She really was my best friend.Aunt Marti reached out to touch a tear on my cheek. "I accept your apology, Max. I forgive you."She pulled me to her chest and hugged me with both arms as. By the time, fireworks came out, she was slurring and having trouble walking.Of course, my mind was on her beautiful feet as always.Her crossed feet were glistened from sweat from being outside so much today.Aditya was doing the same and giving me quick wink to me.It would almost seem that he had something in mind.Normally, he didn’t like when his mother drank, but today he was even getting the wine for his mom when she asked him to.After the fireworks were over, I was bushed and ready to get. The smile also saved her from the eunuchs' wrath for her presumption in so advancing herself. If the Emir approved, no one else would argue; if he had not smiled she would have been whipped.After all had been seen, he turned to the Chief Eunuch and asked to see the ones who spoke English individually. Since there were only four of these, as far as the Chief Eunuch knew, the head wife, Djamilla; the English wife, Davina; little Selima, who had been a present to the Emir Ibrahim from her father.