I arrived at his house about 9 am and didn't think much about his car not being in the driveway, assuming it was in their garage. I looked through the...garage window and didn't see him or his Chevelle so knocked on the front door.After a few moments, my Aunt Sarah opened the door and quickly apologized for not calling my house earlier, since Billy had asked her to let me know he got called into work at a local grocery store. This might be a good time to describe Sarah. She was probably early. Iwanted to feel him inside of my snatch once more.“Please…fuck my pussy, I want it,” I pleaded.He stopped fingering my ass. “Say that again baby,” he softly requested.“P-please fuck me,” I moaned.“/Louder/,” he said sternly.“F-Fuck me,” I begged once more. My voice shook as my pussy was gettingwetter by the second. God, I fucking needed that dick in me now.“God, /louder/ baby, /beg/ me,” he whispered hotly into my ear.“Damn it hun, FUCK ME NOW,” I pleaded as loud as possible. Withoutanother. “I do want you Afam, honestly I do. And I want to marry you. It’s just -““What? What is it, baby?”“It’s just that there’s some things that I haven’t done yet. Things I promised myself that I would do before I settled down and got married.”“Yeah? Like what?” I asked“Oh, you know, the usual; travel, see some of the world, and, well…oh, nothing.”“Tell me, NK.”“I can’t, Afam, You’ll hate me!” she repliedI knew she wanted to tell me. NK and I had been together for nearly two years and I knew her. Tabhi kuch ladke aaye mere pass kahne late mat dekh nahi patne wali. Khair waqth betata gaya air mai chupchap muh latkaye baitha tha. Achanak wo mere pass aayi main to chowk gaya. Ye kaise ho gaya for apne aap ko smbhala pucha kya kam hai.Yaar wo to pura open mainded thi sidha muh pe bol di kyun muje ghure ja rahe ho. Kabhi koi ladki nahi dekhi kya. Main bhi kaha kam tha sidha bol diya Delhi to baho par aap jaise nahi Delhi.Kahne lgi mujh me aisa kya hai jo bakiyo me nahi. Main bola sari chez.