Her husband has been talking of marrying off the elder girl to a relative in Pakistan.”Reg was not happy. “Oh – Oh. Not so good. You should get ...hese girls out of their father’s hands as soon as possible.”Reg now asked as a follow-up, “What does her husband do for a living?”“He runs his own business. It is a small distribution business aimed at Pakistani retail shops. His staff are not going to complain about him, as long as he lets them get on with the business.”“So the question is what sort. “Danny! Stop! Stop!”Her cries fueled my lust and I pulled out of her, then drove myself in again, hard, completely impaling her small, young body on my hard, hot cock.The tightness, her fear, her pain, it was overwhelming. I began to pump furiously in and out of her body. She was still tight, but it was so wet that my cock didn’t have too much trouble pushing in and out of her passage. With a burst of energy she started clawing at my face. I slapped her hard and grasped her delicate neck in my. .Fuck Me hard and fast." After she said that, I took her tank top off and there for the first time I got to see my auntie's breasts. They looked so nice. She had nickle sized nipples, I leaned up and kissed them, they felt so good on my face I did not want to do anything else. She started grinding on my cock and she could see it was turning me on because my penis was getting hard. She took of my shirt and ran her hands down my chest. I am an average guy, 6'1 athletic body, tanned. I knew she. We were nearly exhausted and completely drained of body fluids by the time we climbed the stairs to her hot living quarters. It did not help that her place had been shut up for a day and a half. There was only a common bathroom on each floor and it reeked of sweat and bodily wastes. The shower rarely ran at anything resembling adequate pressure and there always seemed to be a line waiting to use the primitive facility. We both eschewed the bathroom since it entailed waiting for perhaps.