One rainy day, Ahmed was in his favorite coffee shop watching the girls. Just then three beautiful blonds came in. They ordered their drinks, and sat ...own at the table next to his. Their wet clothes clung to their breasts. Ahmed took an immediate interest in them, but they didn't notice him."Ah can't believe it," one said in a southern drawl. "Ah can't believe we can't find a place to live." It is only the week before school," said another in a thick Swedish accent. "It will be hopeless!"The. What have I become?... Am I really doing this?... Am I really getting fucked by the two of you?... In my ass and in my pussy at the same time?.. Am I such a whore boys?... Am I?... Is your mother such a dirty whore baby?... Is your mother really such a dirty slut?... Tell me boys... Tell me what I am... Tell me what I've become!!!" You're a whore mom... A dirty whore... You're a dirty no good whore mom... A dirty no good whore... Do you want me to slam my big cock in your ass harder mom?.... I then sit up and pull your legs around me and begin grinding hard into your pussy, reaching up and pulling the extra ends of the scarf so that your head jerks up and gives me an opening to suck, lick and bite your neck. At this you begin moaning loudly and start grinding harder and harder and gaze into my eyes with a look of begging…begging to let you cum, begging to let you spread your juices all over my cock, begging for that orgasm you have been needing, craving, starving for…and I. I cry out as I orgasm again but you continue your pace, not even pausing. You seem a man possessed, your stamina limitless. You tease a little as you pull your cock out of me, sliding it over my pussy and down toward my ass as I lift my hips. You slide the head back up and plunge it into my pussy again, continuing to drive me wild. You pull out again and tell me it’s time. I get slowly to my feet and turn around, my arms over the back of the bench, breasts pressing against it, and legs spread.