And she was a great kisser. I ran my hands down her back, cupped her ass cheeks, massaged them softly. Her ass was hard as a rock. After a few moments...she ran her hands up my abs, over my chest. But then she pushed me back. "Okay, okay, Romeo. I'm plenty warmed up." She stood with her back to the couch, and let herself fall. Once she was settled, she held her legs up beside her head and said, "Fuck me already. And don't be shy about it." I placed my knees on either side of Aunt Cindy and eased. I was quite confident that she will not wake up till morning. Yet to double check I pressed both her eyes real hard with both my hands.She didn’t budge one bit. I was so thrilled that I could actually do whatever I wanted to her body with absolutely no one to disturb me. I felt on top of the world. I was only wearing my Bermudas and a loose t-shirt. Since I knew she was not going to wake up, I just dropped my Bermudas and the t-shirt on the floor. Now for the big action with nothing to stop. You go in and the girls are paraded. You take your choice, and pay the attendant. When you have finished you leave." Fine. Let's do it."They walked to the brothel, only some few yards from the gatehouse and entered, leaving the bodyguard just outside. The attendant greeted them with bored indifference; evidently the news that the Emir was visiting the barracks had not reached him. When they were seated, the girls were brought in for their approval. The women were dressed in a variety of. She longed to cradle her stomach in her hands, what little of it she could reach. Her belly had outgrown the rest of her body, hanging forward in a vast teardrop shape it was larger than she was, a monument to avarice on a megalomaniac scale. She would not be satisfied until her empire stretched from horizon to horizon, seemingly neither would she rest until her own stomach matched it in scale.On the ridge before her, the archers of her opponents meagre army arrayed themselves, a scant handful.