Dard aur vasana se aahe bharte Fatima usse bolti hai, “Rajesh daba mare maame, tare jaise mard se mamme masalke lane bada accha lagta hai raja. Uuum...mmmm haanhaanaaaaa aur daba raja lekin please meri gaand mat maar. Hum musalmano me yeh napak mana jata he aur Tera yeh tagda lauda meri gaand phad dega. Dekh tu bhale mera muh chod ya chut lekin gaand nahi yeh mere majhab ke khilaf he. Itna tagda lund to maine chut mai nahi liya aur tu meri gaand marne ki baat karta hai isse to daar lagta hai.”. I was embarrassed, but also aroused by the question and responded truthfully. "Yeah" I said while rubbing my cock through my pants, as though proving that it was indeed hard. "Do you want to watch?" she said. In my head I was thinking "OMG Yes!" but I contained myself and played it cool, "sure". I looked over at my roommate, who obviously wasn't thrilled, but didn't reject either. They went back to the couch, she got on her back and he starting to eat out her hairy pussy. It was so hot. I. He finally answered, "We wouldn't have laughed." Then why were you taking pictures?" She waited for a few seconds while he tried to think of an excuse, and then laughed. "I know why. You're not any better at keeping quiet than you are at keeping hidden. I've heard you, Dan, and the others teasing Frank about me." We were just fu ... Messing around." So I'm not a Milf?" She asked with a little pout in her voice. She revealed the pout on her face when she leaned into his field of vision. "And. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him that Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own talents. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those.