The Trouble began in 1258 when the Mongol invaders sacked Baghdad and the gates to Istihad or independent reasoning were closed. Muslims societies wen... into intellectual shut down and they began arguing, we don’t need new ideas, everything has been solved and thus all we need to do is re-affirm the old ideas. That was the beginning of our decline and it meant the Muslim world had no real response to the shock of the West centuries later. The Hizb aims to re-open the gates to Istihad and allow. I took the costume and put it on. It was a very short white dress that had a stethoscope that I’d wear around my neck. I was wearing a white lace bra and a white thong. I left those on and wore heels. I was all dressed and waiting to get called out to go. “Kiss me baby. You look so fucking hot.” I went over to my stepfather and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. He had his hands on my ass and stuck his hand down my panties. He rubbed at my pussy, while he massaged my ass. “I can’t wait to. “Just a sec” came the muffled voice from within.The door swung open and there he was. Not fat, not bald, much the way you remembered him from all those years ago but now more matured with a little gray at the temples and a little heavier than that skinny high school k**. Above all, you noticed the same smile in his eyes as he looked you in your eyes and smiled. There he was standing there in bare feet, jeans, a black t-shirt, grinning like a cat that had just caught a mouse. He grabbed you. Fuck me more....oh...more..." the chubby boy snorted and pressed his fat lips against me, his breath was hot and like fries but I kissed him back, he twisted my nipples until i thought they would burst, then i heard the black boy say "aah....gonna...cum...gotta fill this bitch up" the chubby boy pulled his lips from mine, drool connecting our lips as he smiled and said "yeah....fill her tank.." the both thrust into me, I felt my pussy and asss stretched to capacity and their hot loads filling.