So i stepped up and said would she like a lift to pick her son up which she said no she will get a taxi, i didnt want her spending a fortune on taxis ...o i insisted. So we had a chat walking back to my car etc and she was just talking about how her son loves football(soccer) and i said id take him for a kick around on the field if she wanted since his dad wasnt interested only in drinking ale and watching the tv. So we sat in the car i looked at my watch and she said its getting late we best be. But it was abundantly clear that he was very ready to engage in the purpose for which Mara and I had spent months preparing for.At first, the three of us sat and chatted for a while in order to let the nervous tension dissipate a little before moving on. Mara was curious about his family (Omar was Muslim, and he had two wives, and nine c***dren that he had fathered between them), and seemed proud to show off some photos of them on his phone. I came and stood close enough to look over Mara's. I turned around and lied there with my butt sticking up to his face. “Hhmmmm” he moaned than I felt his fingers opening my lips apart “not trying to be rude Nataya (Oh now I’m Nataya, a few seconds ago I was MS Nataya – I thought) but you have a great looking vagina. I felt his fingers pushing inside of me and pulling me apart; though it didn’t hurt I was still wondering what this had to do with my migraines.My clit got hard very quickly when I felt his tongue lick it “aw fuck” I thought, he. Jab mummy ayi toh normal hi behave kar rahi thi. Toh main samajh gaya ki abhi tak bataya nahi hai. Tabhi raat ko aunty ghar pe ayi. Mujhe laga ab bata dengi but unhone mummy ko kuch bataya nahi. Aunty dhire se mere pas ayi aur kaha, “Uncle ghar par nahi hai, zara help chahiye thi, ghar pe ana.”Main samajh gaya ki ab kuch bura hone wala hai. Main unke piche ghar chale gaya aur unhone sofe pe baithne ko kaha. Main baith gaya aur unka kuch kehne ka wait karne laga. Unhone sidha bole ke ye jo bhi.