"Oh my god ... oh my god..." she chanted with her new explosion merging with mine."I love you daddy" she gasped."I love you too baby" I groaned.I hear... a car pull up in the driveway so I quickly stuffed my still hard cock back into my trousers. The front door opened soon after with a flash of skin and clothes running at me and plastering herself against me. Her tits (braless again) under her thin white top mashed into my chest with her arms around my neck pulling me into a lengthy passionate. His grandmother was squeezing his hand again. He looked down at her. She was whispering something. ‘Ma?’ he crooned leaning close. ‘The trunk in the attic. The key…it’s in that old jewelry box your grandfather made me.’ Gabriel breathed in her sweet scent. She always smelled like baby powder and rose water, only now it was mixed with the sanitary scent of the private hospital he had her in after her mild heart attack two days before. Again, he kissed her cheek when she sighed, sleep overtaking. And so he began the true rape of his sister's ass.Over and over Sarah felt her brother's cock pound into her ass, splitting her again and again. Her whimpers came as grunts in time with his fucking. A wetness leaked from her asshole, running down to her pussy. Sarah knew that again, she bled.Growling, grunting, Dan fucked with all his might, sending his cock into her ass again and again. He pulled her hair hard as he fucked into her, bending the young girl's neck so much she feared it would. God shouldn’t bother with evil men like me, I said somberly. Brother Ibrahim shook his head, and invited me to have coffee with him. We went to a nearby Tim Horton’s and talked for the next three hours. We discussed race, religion and politics. I told him that I once hated Muslims but after meeting Yasmina and befriending several other Muslims who were nice people, I realized how wrong I’d been. Being Muslim doesn’t make someone evil because no evil person would have helped me like Yasmina.