Qismah had her maid pour two glasses. She excused herself for a moment to call Yazid. During her absence, Zaman pulled a Quaalude from his sock and c...ushed it up. He put the powder in Qismah's wine. She returned and stated that her husband would be arriving soon. Zaman smiled as they made a toast. The maid brought in some hummus.Yazid walked in the cottage accompanied by two large sub-Saharan African bodyguards. Zaman smiled at each of them. The wanted terrorist kissed his beautiful fourth. "John! Come in!" Angie motioned for me to follow her.No welcome hug or kiss. Maybe we weren't to that level yet."I'm not quite done cooking," Angie called over her shoulder as we headed toward the kitchen. "Keep me company?" Sure," I replied, strolling after her. When I got to the kitchen, she was sliding a pan of something into the oven and then quickly moving to stir vegetables sautéing on the stove. As she stirred, she tossed various spices into the pan."Looks good," I said.Angie. I love having him watch me and want me. It turns me on as much as it turns him on. I rub my clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel my pussy clench, aching to be filled as I continue, all the while his eyes devour me. "But what I really want," I say, breathlessly, "Is having you in here." I state my desires while slipping a finger into my dripping pussy. Our eyes are locked to each other as I bite my bottom lip trying to hide a moan. I painstakingly remove my finger and. I think we kissed each other but that was it.My mum had brought me up all alone and I never knew my dad at all. However, up until a few weeks ago, we were a fairly ‘normal family‘. That changed over a very short period of time, especially when I started getting the hots for my mum. After all she has lovely long legs, nice boobs and at forty four years old she still looks gorgeous.My feelings for her just grew out of all proportion and though I didn’t know it at the time, she was feeling the.