“Mom,” said the boy, “what are all those women doing?”“They’re waiting for their husbands to get off work,” she replied.The taxi driver ...turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth? They’re hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money.”The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true Mom?”His mother, glaring hard at the driver, answers “Yes.”After a few minutes the kid asks, “Mom, if those women have babies, what happens to them?”She said, “Most of them become. They were approching. She looked over her shoulder, as her ass was facing where they came from. She saw that there was around 7-8 of them. All older than here. They walked slow towards her. Old white men, most of them around their 50s. Some fat, and some well built. They all had their cocks out of their zippers. Hard white cocks, old horny men ready to fuck their muslim slut.She was laying on here said, spreading her asscheeks. The first of them guided his fat white cock right into her asshole,. We frequently saw each other nude and even showered together. Both of us developed crushes, but they were never acted on though. We also made sure his girlfriend never found out. “You'll never believe this, Cassandra broke up with me." “Why?” “She thinks we're too close." My eyebrow went up. “She doesn't know what we do here, even if we did sleep together. Was it actually about you leaving again?” “Most likely yes, now it's gonna be a year before I get to..." His fingers rummaged through my. I uncrossed my legs and Evan put his right hand on my thigh and started to edge towards my pussy. I grabbed his wrist and said in a hushed, polite tone, “No thanks, Evan.” “Okay, fine,” he whispered, “I wont cross your boundaries.” My boundaries? What I had in mind involved much more than crossing boundaries. Karen motioned for Helen to stand astride the prone Miranda. With her feet either side of Miranda’s chest, Helen squatted, her shaved pussy positioned for tongue action. The first licks.