“You know, what we did?”I shook my head. Despite my horniness, that exhausted ache was forming behind my eyes. I should sleep. We were the only tw... in the harem awake. I should slip into sleep. That horny ache for my father warred with sleep.And now what Aingeal did to me.“You know what we did,” Aingeal said. “The shared imbuing. Did it only happen because I was unconscious? Did something change with us? Can I inhabit the feyhound with you at the same time.”I groaned. I really didn’t want to. I got up on my knees manoeuvring her little body with ease so she was on her back, her head on the pillows. She looked up, lifting her head only to position her long her more comfortably then lay back. I kneeled over her face and lowered my aching balls over her mouth she raised her head again slightly to meet them, sucking and lapping as I wanked my cock over her, looking down at the scene, her eyes full of lustful abandon, looking up at me, as she moaned and licked around my sack like a pro.. In those days, my father would read to me daily from the many sacred books of our people, reserving the end of each lesson for selections from the Canticle of Menkeret. Parts of the sacred Canticle I quickly learnt by heart, but knowledge of other chapters was forbidden to me. When I asked him why, as I frequently did, his response was always,“I cannot foresee the consequences of you possessing such knowledge.” Even my mother who has attained the rank of Divine Adoratrice in the temenos of. ” retorted Iqbal.“Chalo mere sher! dekhe zara tumhare harami dimaag me kya chal raha. Bade ho rahe bache kyu Mishra ji!”Now both of them put some lube on their cocks. Iqbal got beneath Monica and slid his dick inside her whereas Shiva applied some more lube to her puckered asshole and shoved it inside. They now started DPing her. She was moaning in ecstasy.“aaahahhhh uuummmmmmm char char lund. do muh me! ek chut! ek gand me! aaahhhh bana do mujhe duniya ki sabse badi randi aaj! chodo.