Chris could read her mind. He went to explain, but no, this was Shahia's story."Lisa, this is Maria. She'll come and go while I tell my story."She too... a deep breath. "My father's name was Hassan Esfahani. He was born in Yazd, a city in Iran, a Persian Shiite Muslim, poor as dirt. He went to Cairo University to study commerce on an Iranian government scholarship. My mother's name was Georgette Baracat, from Jezzine in Lebanon. She was a Druze Christian, from a rich family. They sent her to. Then I got emboldened and thought of mounting her and entering her. So slowly I took my cock and tried inserting it. Because she was already wet with her juices and my saliva and because she was not a virgin it was easier for me. Inch by inch, because I couldn’t afford to wake her up, I fully inserted into her. But in only a couple of strokes I cum. I was frustrated with myself but I thought that I had her for the whole night. So it wasn’t a problem and I started playing with her boobs again To. I noted Norm's phone beep shortly afterwards and he took off in the same direction on seeing the message. He would be the first to fuck Shireen that night, but not the last.Kerri appeared, as if out of nowhere and pulled me along. "Honey, you are my first for tonight," she let me know, "do you want to see what Shireen is up to?"Though I was not exactly in agreement with what had transpired, I nodded my assent. We entered a room and she went across to the other end to open up curtains that were. My shaft was soon throbbing with a massive erection. It glistened with the wetness of her mouth.She paused from sucking and stroked it with both hands. "So who sucks it better? Blanca or me?" she asked playfully."Definitely you. I know Blanca sucking me was your fantasy, but there is no doubt you. You know I am in love with you."Blanca blushed, "Wait? You had a fantasy of me sucking him?"Now it was Alejandra's turn to blush. "Yes, sorry.." she answered meekly.Blanca smiled. "Do you.