He raises, he inserts, he goes. I was shocked by hearing those and said don’t worry aunty I will take care of you. She gave a look and said no, you ...an’t. I don’t want to move faster, so I didn’t get into that topic, so I left it and we reached home at 8.The next day, everyone went to attend a marriage, since my aunt is a widow, they didn’t want her to come, so I stayed home to give company to my aunt. She was in the kitchen and the old typical kitchen, it looked like a gudown with no proper. “Oh hi Maggie. How are you?” he says. “Well, I don’t know… kind of frustrated right now” she says. “Why’s that?” he says. “Hmmm, how do I explain this?” He keeps quiet and waits. “I’ve got this thing I’m using and right now well I think I could use some help. Is it at all possible for you to come over and help me? I know it’s a little late” and she looks at her clock. It’s a little after eight in the evening but she’s thinking what the hell. It is for a good time and she smiles. “I’d explain it. We enter a house where we are welcomed by twenty other young people. I can see that we were very much expected. Especially me.And again, I get a lot of compliments and comments about my fat ass, my big tits and my outfit. More on the traces of sperm on my face. They let me go freshen up a bit. And when I come back, it’s to be in front of 34 young black and Arab guys all naked with their big dicks in their hands. They put on music and tell me«dance for us bitch! Show us your fat ass before we. I stopped in the shadows of the boardwalk I was taking home, and fingered my ass. It feels gooooodddddd. I pull my sweats back up and head on home.I was soaking fucking wet. from head to feet, and my toes, but I smoked another toke of the shit, and remembered where my lighter and cigarettes were hiding: out in my van. So I jumped up and took the door card, (so I can get back in the bldg) no coat this time, just my wet, hooded sweatshirt, (hood not on) and went out to the van to get the lighter.