She couldn’t move and eventually fell asleep.Nicole opened her eyes. They were blurred. She made out a small boy walking to and fro from one room to...the other. She closed her eyes as tight as she could then opened them again. It was fuzzy but much clearer. She saw the boy walk by. No, that wasn’t right.He was an odd looking man with a hunched back, short legs, arms that fell past his knees, cragged face, a shaved head. His nose was normal sized as was the rest of his face. Only his ears were. I was tossing and turning with constant visions of Sara and my mom flashing in my mind. I decided that I couldn’t go another night with out being able to sleep. I knew that I was going to have to talk to my mom, at least about Sara, when she woke up. I just had to get something off of my chest or I was going to go insane.Chapter 3- Awkward MorningIt was about 7 o’clock when I heard my mom open her bedroom door and walk to the kitchen. Although I was relieved that I made it through one of the. ”“Emir? Is that possible?”“He is seventh in line for the Throne,” came the reply, “so it seems unlikely, but that’s still quite high in the list.”“But I am not a Kobekistani, nor a wife?”“Neither was I, but you are now of dual nationality, as I am and he is. Also my son did become the Emir from further down the pecking order; he was only the son of the fourth in line.”Nicola was intrigued, “What did that make him? What number?”“Nobody can really say where a grandchild fits; it depends on so. My dick was semi hard. She wasted no time. We were in and suv in the back seat so there was plenty of room. I pulled my pants and boxers down. She took shirt off and I found out she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were so nice, I had to suck on them and lick them, She really liked that, she was moaning and rubbing my head. I decided I will please her first and get her off nice and good. I then pulled her pants half way down, pulled her thong to the side and rubbed her already wet pussy. She.