While Anna had covered her pussy with the g-string, Rosie’s was totally bare. I could clearly see that my fairly conservative wife had shaved her pu...bic hair within the past hour. She looked like a hooker, but certainly not a cheap one. Her appearance satisfied my wildest dreams. I stopped staring at my wife long enough to mutter, “Would you like a drink?” Rosie replied this time. “Yes, certainly, but we have come prepared.” With that, Anna opened the large bag she had been carrying to produce. Jennifer is in the great room if you want to talk to her first.”“OK.”“Hi, Steve,” Trish said.“Hi! Come on in. Abbie’s in the sunroom with the kids.”I shut the door and walked Jorge to the ‘Indian’ room. Jennifer greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They exchanged a few quiet words and then he went into the room, shutting the door behind him.“Think he’s safe?” I asked.Jennifer nodded, “She and I had a long talk. I guess you had one with her as well.”“I did. Shall we sit in my study. She leaned down and greedily began slurping her fathers throbbing dick, sucking it deep inside her mouth, starving for the taste of his raw manhood. The taste of it on her mothers tongue drove her insane with desire. She wanted to suck it all in, to feel him erupt in her mouth, filling her with his hot cum. Josie watched with pleasure as her daughter ate her husbands cock, taking it deep inside her sucking mouth. She reached a hand to Julias tit, squeezing it tenderly, then pinching the nipple. He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three of us were!I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last thing, Hanna's unabashed flirtatiousness, that excited me so.