"What the hell! Did Mira just call me fat? Oh well, I have put on a few pounds but hey, I'm much better than most American women. But I wonder about I...ra so I question, "Mira what is wrong with Ira?"Mira spins back around and explains, "Ms. Morgan, one of her lower bipedal units sustained injury when she extricated her corporeal body from the Kamaz."Then I remembered Ira telling us that last night. I crane my neck again and see Ira and Alexi behind us and offer, "Mira, since everyone else is. I reached out and held her pack with my hand. She turned back and started to shout at me to leave her alone.I pushed her back and the weight of her pack pulled her down. I lay on top of her and held her arms down.It was starting to percolate through my brain that this hadn't been well thought out, but it was too late to stop now - she would run straight for the nearest ranger and I would head straight for jail. So if I was going to do the time, I might as well do the crime... I ripped her tank. It was glorious, it was exactly what I wanted from the evening. His sperm tasted fantastic, like vanilla pudding. I told him I loved the taste of his cum and asked if he had been eating a lot of sweets. He laughed, kisssed me deeply putting his tongue into my mouth, then left. Now Mr. Twenty-Something had moved from sucking my cock to licking my balls and finally giving me a delightful rim job, sticking his tongue deep into my ass pussy. After about five minutes he left after thanking me. . I laughed, squirming, rubbing his cock on my buttocks…it was getting harder and harder. Mom and Aunty smiled at us, it was normal fun.I began to enjoy the feeling and ground my buttocks more firmly. I reluctantly got up from his lap when Mom told it was time to go home. Mom didn’t see but Aunty noticed his massive hard on and glared at me.Aunty was jealous of Mom and me. Aunty was short, fat, dark and I am tempted to say ugly but to be politically correct, I would say unattractive. How uncle.