"I examined myself in one of the many mirrors. Just my hair still gaveme away, otherwise I looked like a boy again. For my hair I got abaseball cap. N...w everything looked good."But that wasn't really the case. I didn't have a good way of comparing,therefore I didn't see all the problems. In those very femininesurroundings these things did give off the effect of boys' clothing.Later it was different. And the problem began with my face. "The firsttime I wore make-up my eyebrows were plucked. Not. Had he done the right thing by marrying this girl off to get her out of his harem? Why had he wanted her out? She was beautiful and compliant and her cunt and arse were tight as any man could wish for. Why did he not just marry her himself and make her the chosen mother of his heir? Would the absolute ruler of an Emirate be allowed by his advisors to pick the daughter of a prominent businessman as his bride? His mind was in turmoil with these questions when he heard the door open and close. Then we collapsed into panting delight. I felt amazing, buzzing from the enthusiasm of her licking. Making love to a teenager was always such a joy. I turned around and pressed into the girl’s body. My breasts rubbed into her form.I kissed her. I tasted my own tart delight, a stronger flavor than hers. Our tongues dueled for a moment, my hand sliding up from her pussy. I cupped her breast. I squeezed her tit. My fingers dug into her flesh.“Mmm, I want you to start seducing your father,” I told. “Oops,” Lila suddenly blurted out as we ate. My eyes immediately locked on to the site of maple syrup running down her breast into her cleavage. I licked my lips at the thought of licking it off of her. Lila must have noticed and a smile crossed her face. “You think that looks tasty, eh?” she said. She dribbled more syrup over and between her tits. “Very,” I answered. She untied her robe and let it fall off as she stood up and walked over to me. I buried my face in her cleavage and lapped.