I was waiting for that Saturday. It was the Saturday morning. I woke up at 8 am uncle had already left by train to Mysore. Cousins were getting ready ...to go to school and got fresh and started having my breakfast. It was 9 am now where I started to watch TV and was thinking about my aunt. As I have observed she was huge with 2 big melons in a nice shape had a round ass when she used to sit on the sofa and get up her nightie used to go inside her ass crack and I used to see and get tempted.I know. The rasping sounds were those of hunters closing in on their prey and she had never felt more helpless in her life. Disoriented, confused and stripped bare, she could only wait in alternating terror and arousal for whatever fate held in store for her. The smooth, confident tones of her tormentor carried through the shadows, calmly ordering Caitlin to remain quiet and still. Although every rational fibre of her being was begging her to scream, to run, to strike out… somehow that hypnotic voice. Slowly and considerately he pressed home his mammoth penis but Jane?s pussy was well lubricated and gently it slid in. The size forced her wider than she had even imagined possible but she wasn?t being torn in two and slowly inch by inch it slid in. Then he started to pump her pussy and Jane realised she was getting turned on. ?No,? she thought to herself ? don?t let this happen. She forced her mind to block out this rape ? this was wrong and she would not enjoy it. She tried and succeeded. I know many of you have thought that I am a hero in this story, but sorry to disappoint you - I am just a regular person who sometimes does good and sometimes very shitty things. It is clear to me that ignoring Hassan wasn't nice, but it is what it is. The only person I wanted to get a notification from was the only person I didn't get it from: Samer.Even my parents tried calling me a couple of times, but Samer didn't.The next day I've decided that I'm going to call him and just talk about.