Against her better judgement,against her inclination and against her wishes dammit,she was starting to get wet and the wetness was seeping out of her ...and she knew that he could feel it and was aware of the effect he was having on her.“Stop pissing about...I mean it”......He slid two fingers into her now very wet cunt and reached round to let her smell them. He put them back inside her and she let out a small moan without even realising she was doing it.He now gripped both cheeks and pulled them. I tried to masturbate throughout the week, but nothing could get me going. All I could think about was being with my aunt again. Now it was the weekend and time for me to go pay her a little visit. When the bell rang at three, I walked out and got on a bus that I knew went by my aunt’s place. When I got there, I opened the door with the key that she gave me and walked inside, and waited for her to get home from work. I watched TV for about an hour, and I finally heard her car door shut. I got. This continued for about two weeks. One day she came in very early to do her work. Since it was a weekend, I got back into bed and told her to continue. Since I was sleepy and since she had come very early, I lied down instead of getting the newspaper. When she came to clean my bedroom, she saw me lying down and asked me if I wasn’t feeling well.I decided to take this as an opportunity and said yes I am not feeling well. She asked me “What happened Sahab?” and I said my head is paining. So she. I moved over to the next one, before I could ask, “Las Norias, I make the trip twice a day when gas is running. Some days it’s diesel,” he said.“Who gets the money you collect?” I asked.He started to hesitate until I stepped in front of him.“Bruno Hernandez ends up with the money. He likes to be called ‘The Bull’. A runner meets us in Las Norias each night to collect the money and deliver the next day’s drugs for this area to the drug runners for Bull’s enterprises,” he said.“What time and.