At night, I came very late from the market and tried to go to my room. My aunt called me and told me not to get upset with parents as they always tell...you the right thing. I never wanted to tell my aunt the reason of my fight with them. So I lied on the bed while talking to her. She started consoling me and also lied down next to me. The moment she held my hand, I somehow could not control myself and started crying, she put my head in her hand and started caressing me. She told me not to cry. Very nice, he said. I couldn't believe what was happening. I watched as he moved his hand up and down my dick. His hand was soft and cool. Moving at a slow and steady pace, he asked if it felt good. My breathing was so hard I could only nod my head. After a few minutes he said to stand up. As I did, he pulled me in front of him. As he leaned forward my heart nearly stopped when he opened his mouth. His lips closed around my dick and he sucked on the head of my dick before pulling me to him. It. I figured that I should help the men in the wagon, so I rode up to within 200 yards and halted. This was close enough for me to be sufficiently accurate with my rifle to shoot the horses, which was my plan. His horse was an Indian's most prized possession, so I should make an impression if I killed a few of them. The riders might or might not get hurt in the process, but that was their problem. After all, they had started the trouble.My first shot was a good one. A horse fell in front of. She kept rolling her fingers from the top. I indulged in playing with her boobs licking, sucking, and kissing them. I held her nipples in my fingers to slowly roll my tongue on them. Her body was burning now. She moved her hands to the zipper of my pants.Suddenly, one of my other cousins shouted from outside, “Guys, abuse, slap, hit each other inside the room. But don’t come out without sorting your issues once for all.”We had to stop breaking the maddening flow of our lovemaking. We both got.