"Pierre, I want you to feel my wife's beautiful breasts. No other man has been with her; so you are in an situation Muslim men can only dream of." I s...id. She looked up admiringly at Pierre as he began to caress her breasts. "I'll leave you to it." I said as I pulled a chair next to the bed with my tiny penis out, in anticipation of their activities. Saria began to take off Pierre's shirt leaving his cross on, while he caressed her ass and tits, while kissing her veiled face. He started to pull. Moe surely didn’t want to rush her, or push her over the edge she was clinging to, but he needed to know the details. “Can you tell me what happened?” he aksed. “That guy, Rolf …”she swallowed and licked her lips. “… it was him. The scar on his face was just like the sales clerk told me.” Moe was thinking about the prostitute Lily Mae and the brutality she had faced at the hands of Rolf Metzger. That low-life didn’t deserve to breathe the air of civilized people. “Did he hurt you, Mona?” “He. I removed my penis from her and centered it against Emily's slit. Emily moaned as I entered, begging me to take her gift. I was as gentle with her as I'd been with her sister. When Emily came it was loader and she thrashed around beneath me. I pulled my still rigid cock from her and looked at it. Their blood and pussy juice mingled with my precum. Jen rolled over and took me into her mouth. She and Emily took turns sucking me and when I came they shared my cum with a kiss. I didn't return to my. She held his hands as she turned around to me to lip lock with me. As we withdrew, she held both of us on either side and asked for a peck on either cheeks. As I went closer, “at the same time”, she said, pulling him closer. As we kissed the cheeks, “get to my neck” she said in a dreamy ordering voice. The sensation was driving her as we both kissed and licked her necks. I placed my hands on her right boobs and she took his and placed it on her left. We licked and kissed her neck and her.