Secretly he would have given his eye teeth for a few pints of English beer, but knew that alcohol was forbidden to the true believers. It was a pity t...at he did not truly understand the power of an Emir, for several barrels of his favourite beer had already been brought to the Golden Palace and installed under the supervision of the head of the small brewery concerned, in case he should ask for it. Because he did not know about this, and because he never mentioned his desire, the beer slowly. Why she wasn't in her room, I don't know. I turned quickly hoping to avoid talking but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her delicious ass as she stood up and locked the door. "What are you doing up at this time?" "I had to go to the bathroom, what the hell are you doing with the door open?" She didn't say anything. I was going to wake up Jimmy to see if I could get a ride home, as I felt quite awkward. She pulled my arm away from the door. "What do you want?". "Anne squeezed his leg and giggled. "You're a man Marc. All men think with the little head sometimes... in fact, most of the time. You aren't going to tell me that seeing a cute young girl doesn't make you think are you?" No, but my daughter! I feel like some kind of pervert." Let me get this straight," Anne said laughing. "You fuck your sister, you fuck my brother, and you feel like a pervert because your daughter gave you a hard-on! I think you're losing your mind Marc."Marc smiled and then. Of course I never considered his pleasure was anything but pride in his cute mother.Rob slipped into the car and after buckling in, started to drive carefully and defensively, even though I know he would rather zoom down the road like he was in a race. He drove like this whenever I was in the car - as I said, he was... is... a very caring son.I turned my head only enough so that I could see my son out the corner of my eye. He was sitting in the shadowed light clenching his teeth with his lips.