Fatima grinned with pleasure, leaning forward she gave the girl the reins of the captured Mongolian horse. The Kara-Khitan swung into the saddle and g...anced inquiringly at Fatima. What was that look? Certainly not desire, not the way Fatima was feeling right now, but … something else. Something … the Tartar motioned with her helmeted head, then trotted away down the slope. The two women cantered swiftly into the gathering dusk, leaving behind them the ruins of the battle of Qaraqata, fought on. “Umm, wait. What’s going on? This is ok with everyone?” Penny asked, confused. She couldn’t help but stare at her well-hung uncles and wish she could have a go at them. But there seemed to be a level of conversation that Penny was missing. “Honey, I’ve been fucking John and Greg since we were kids. They’ve been horny since we were all little and Grandpa was a widow. Grandpa often needed a good fuck and I was happy to do it for him. I’ve been having sex with Grandpa and your uncles. . I stayed on my back, as Carly climbed on top of me to put her hands on me. She was talking most of the time, but every few seconds or so, Carly would lean down to give me a nice-tasting kiss. TJ kept her eyes on Carly most of the time, looking up and down her naked body, and I could not blame her...So here were these two lovers, both roughly 6', and about a foot to our side, a tiny little – and very naive – girl, perched up sitting on her knees, fully clothed, with her hands clasped in front. These pictures were later emailed [email protected] as directed. We had crossed the point of no return withthis person who ever she was. She now has our pictures and knows moreabout us than we probably do. We never knew for sure how or when we were going to be contacted. It wascommon to receive a text message on my cell phone or even to get a postcard in the mail. I had even been sent e-mails a time or two. You areprobably wondering to what these missives said or what the directionsthat had to.