I remember making out with her, thinking how sexy it was. Then, next thing I knew I was drowning in the lesbian caresses of my best friend's tongue on... my clit and I didn’t want her to stop. She licked up and down, up and down, stroking inside my thighs as she mouthed my shiny, wet labia. Then she took my clit loosely in between her lips, pulling and sucking gently in and out. “Ahhh, fuckkkk…” I purred. One hand groped my breasts as she reached up and around my ass with the other, pulling my. After she left Sylvia turned on me and said, “You don’t have to look at her like that, I already have an inferiority complex because of her.”.“You have got to be kidding you are both beautiful and she happens to be a little bustier than you, what’s the big deal?”“It’s not fair,” she was quick to say. I only have C cups and she looks like a slut with those G cups she has!”“Am I in trouble?”“No,” she said getting up and bringing me in with her walking into our bedroom.“Would you make love to me. Soon her strokes became harder and stronger, I actually felt her cock grow bigger inside me. She screamed in pleasure and began to cum. It seemed like an eternity but she just kept shooting cum into me. I actually felt the girth of her cock expand and contract with each squirt of cum. My cock was aching, I became a faggot that night, I actually enjoyed the feeling of her spasms and felt the warm cum fill me inside. Eventually her cum seeped out of my ass and down the back of my thighs and ball. Qismah had her maid pour two glasses. She excused herself for a moment to call Yazid. During her absence, Zaman pulled a Quaalude from his sock and crushed it up. He put the powder in Qismah's wine. She returned and stated that her husband would be arriving soon. Zaman smiled as they made a toast. The maid brought in some hummus.Yazid walked in the cottage accompanied by two large sub-Saharan African bodyguards. Zaman smiled at each of them. The wanted terrorist kissed his beautiful fourth.