Okay? Zen, next line. The top row, zey all have cities in Western countries. These three: Londres. This one: Paris. Putain ... These two: Manche ... m...ange ... Mangester?”“Manchester?”“Maybe. Zis one: Copenhague. These four: New York. Zis one: Boston.”“Okay. Write that down please.”She typed as quickly as she spoke French. When she had recorded everything about the top row, we moved down to the middle row.“Here it ees the same: name, birth year, occupation. But all with ze same name:. “I want your cock inside me, AW. I need to be fucked by your big cock”. Qasim whispered to me, feeling pain of his hair being pulled hard in my hands. I still held his hair firmly and rammed my cock into him creating an even more intensity for taking my full length like that and before he could moan with joy or growl with pain; I pulled out completely and slammed back in once again. I cackled to hear Qasim yelp as I penetrated him for the third and then the fourth time with full length of. It worked with most of the happy bunch, but three were watching us intently. Dad walked to Greg, and with one hand on his shoulder, they shook hands. The smile that came over Greg's face could only mean one thing; dad had accepted our strange arrangement and was giving his blessing. Sophie who had overheard the conversation came running at me, launching herself into my arms."Does he really accept you being a part of us?" Not only that, but something else. Some time tonight dad is going to give. Can’t you do that and let me enjoy it little?Mom insulted dad on spot. I was laughing in my mind.Dad: Sorry honey I will make it up to you tonight.Po: Let’s see tonight.We ate dinner and went to the bedroom. I followed them. Mom removed her dress and was standing in bra and panty in front dad and me.Me: Mummy I want milk.Po: Lie down.She lay down next to me in the middle of me and dad. Mom removed her bra and gave me her nipple to suck. I sucked for a while and I didn’t sleep.Po: Honey I am.