I am just impressed. You know, I thought we are actually going to have a few hungry lads over in a room, talking about all the sex we couldn’t have.... But then, the door unlocks and bam. A cute, pretty, hot newly married Muslim lady appears and you are awestruck. Fazmila sister is a bomb, I was at her Wedding reception and I thought I would love to get married to that. Yes, that was like what? Eight months ago we say? Like I didn’t even know sex had something to do with your penis. Now I am just. I got a call from DJ, and answered in my playful Russian voice. "Hello Dahlink! Dis is Natasha! Vill you be here soon?" Laurie was laughing, and I was having trouble hearing with the jukebox blaring, but did manage to understand that DJ wouldn't be joining us. He said he wasn't feeling well, and told us to have a good time."Oh Ve Vill, Dahlink!" I answered, staying with my lame Russian accent, drawing more laughter from my tipsy friend.I guess we were a little too loud as we finally caught the. " She nibbled the tip and pulled my balls back so that I wouldn't drive to much into her mouth. Her tits were pushed up around my balls making me harder still."Now, be quiet, suck my dick some more and swing around so that I can lick your little teenage pussy. I wanna eat your tender box, fuck your mouth and squeeze on those titties. Man, you got some hips now too." Her curves were countless. Any more and she'd be fat. But, at this age, it was all in the right places. Her figure was in. She was a good-looking, Italian lady of twenty-eight. “Francesca? Will you collect the kids and come sit over here with me?” She looked relieved and hurried to join him. He nodded to Frank and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. She became suddenly alertly still and seemed to be listening very closely.Frank then took his turn. “Mama? Paulo, Angela and I have decided that we want you with us. We need you to help with the kids and you’re not too old to have some more. The General tells me.