Aunt Alia dropped down her robe and was standing before me in her lacy blue bra and matching panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and parted her kn...es. I kept switching my eyes between the bras and her tits, trying to hide my embarrassing hard-on."I suggest the black one because your skin is pale," I finally managed to choke out."Good choice," she said. "Do you think my tits are pretty?" Yes," I stuttered."Thank you," she said. "As a reward I will let you put the bra on me. Now take off this. Maybe… Sati, the yoga guru, was staring straight ahead with her blue-green eyes. Her ivory breasts, mounted on her toned chest, were stunning in their beauty. Syd remembered the calm way her vaginal muscles had caused multiple orgasms before his ultimate ejaculation. Her mouth had held his semen as well. What was left to explore? Decisions, decisions, decisions…..But there were choices to be made so Syd steeled his resolve and continued. Syd stepped in front of Juanita and took both her hands. ’Cricket also took the liberty to book one of the big conference rooms at the palace for the meeting and let Mark know.Deciding not to respond to any of the emails, since it was a Sunday, they just relaxed and played in the water for the rest of the day.Monday after reading his daily reports and fixing breakfast, Mark had received many more messages now saying that his ignoring their previous messages was an admission that he was purposely fuelling unrest and encouraging revolution. So they sat. A mixture of emotions now flooding through me all at once. It just sort of hit me, unexpectedly. Wasting the last year of my life, soon to be divorced, home again ... seeing mom again, I suddenly found myself standing there bawling like a baby. So consumed in my own grief, my stupidity, my absurd, perverted, twisted arousal, I hadn't really heard the simple knock on the bathroom door.Mom had decided I might need some fresh towels and had brought some up to me. I had forgotten what it was like.