"The local and not-so-local imams are raising hell about you killing all six shooters. They think you were the head of a massive plot to insult the 'p...ophet' and demand your head to soothe their anger. For a bunch of Muslims, it doesn't take much to set them off, and anything their 'holy' men might say tends to be one big trigger. That's why it is so easy for their leaders to manipulate them. They are raised from cradle to grave to do exactly what they are told, and not think for. "You're up already!" she said in surprise. "Great, I've got breakfast ready downstairs if you're hungry." I'm waiting for the shower," I said in response.She looked out toward the bathroom doorway and what I was sure was the line of girls. She chuckled and looked back at me. "Um, if you want, you can use my shower downstairs. Your Dad had to go into the office this morning, and I've already cleaned up." She shrugged as she finished the offer.For a second I sat there staring back at her,. We were being judged on our ball-handling skills as well as our speed and conditioning.The last test they put us through was a shooting skill drill. Using both goals, they lined us up about twenty meters out from the nets. We were to make a crossing pass, leading the guy opposite us in line. That player, in turn, was to pass it back to us as we advanced toward the goal, using either a one-touch or a two-touch pass. Once we received the ball back, we were to take a shot on goal. We then rotated. But now, eye-to-eye with Chuck's big cock, she got a whole new perspective on things."Kiss it!" Chuck said, his fingers tangled in her dark, wet hair. "Yeah, ahhh, that's right."Anita didn't hesitate at all when she first got a taste of her brother's cock. She slurped in the big knob of his prick, unable to take in more than that, and she liked the way it filled her mouth and made her lips stretch. She twirled her tongue around his cock-head, and tasted more of his delicious, salty pre-cum, and.