Zain could hear Fatima choking and gagging on Irfaans cock. She kept coming up for air every so often, gasping and whimpering. Irfaan would immediatel... shove his cock back into her mouth, pulling her hair and fucking her mouth until her throat burned and her eyes watered. He talked dirty to Fatima, telling her what a good little slut she was and she sucked his cock like a dirty whore.Zain noted that Fatima loved being treated this way, because she wasn't even touching herself and he could see. Becca was brilliant. Has she told you?" Yes." That's another reason to be proud of her." I am, sweetheart. I promise you."The first track was a quickstep and they started to dance. Steven enjoyed it but Mary was not as light on her feet as Becca nor did she anticipate him as well.Becca brought the coffee in but did not pour it. The music stopped."Excuse me," she said to Mary. The next track was a waltz and Becca moulded her body to Steven's but that did not stop her dancing. Steven found it. “You know, you’re probably my best friend. Your opinion means a lot to me.”“I’m your best friend?” she asked, surprised.“Yeah,” I said simply. “Is that so shocking?”“A little,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s best friend before.”“Not even Linda?” I asked.“Nah. We kept in touch because I was tracking you down for her. That’s another reason that it’s weird for you to call me your best friend. We didn’t start out so well. I stalked you for years for someone you hated and then. " I love you too."I slathered my lips one more time before I nonchalantly began climbing down towards her crotch. My heart seemed to be attempting to break free from my chest, but I kept my cool. I glanced down at her cherry, but she failed to touch it this time."Drool all you want, Mommy, I don't mind at all. Feel free to touch me; nothing will bite you. Fondle my body if you need to because that includes the ever so soft and wet lips you see before you. You aren't looking at my face, so you.