I never knew my real dad. During the years a few man lived with me and mom but they came and left. Mom is a real dificult person,she not easy to deal ...with. Shes always been kinda immature.Mom was 44 at that time she had a very beutiful body for her age. I never looked at her in a sexual way back then. I even was kinda use too watching her tapless around the house or hearing her having sex. I didnt mind hearing mom getting fuck. I know it hard to belive but thats the way I grew up,so it was. His lips left mineto wander down my neck to my chest, where my large, d-cup breasts laywaiting for him. His hands squeezed and molded my flesh as he took mynipples into his mouth, lightly biting them and licking them with histongue. I was in heaven. The rough handling he was giving my breastswas such an incredible turn on. I could feel my vagina moistening ashis lips and tongue drove me crazy. But I was startled from my sexualdaze when a rhythmical pounding began on the wall behind the. My cock hardened. Hannah worked her mouth up and down my cock, kneeling naked before me as I watched the spectacle.Beside Emi, Milly worked a knife on a different woman, disfiguring her permanently. Their screams of pain sang in my ear, inflaming my blood. I gripped Hannah's black hair, fucking her mouth up and down my cock.“Make them howl,” I growled.My wife grinned at me, blood splattering naked, small breasts. She was a small, petite woman, her almond-shaped eyes full of violent lust. Her. It will help you.”“First we need to wash the body,” said Tariq. “Would you like to help me?”“Oh my holiness, as Allah hears all, I am so very pleased and honored to help you with the rites.”“But where shall we wash the body?”“How about the kitchen? There’s a drain in the corner.”“You must call Sakina and tell her of the news.”“What shall I say?”“That her husband is dead. I have decided to bury Imam Shabbir in Lahore. I can’t risk anyone finding out. We would be attracting more zealots than.