As I hugged her, I looked over to Tommy, who was smiling at us.“And with that, Kaz, I promise we will not try to make you cry again; today at least....��Her sniffles turned to chuckles and I felt her head drop onto my shoulder.The rest of the evening I listened to anecdotes from their week at work. It was funny to hear the stories from Kazumi’s point of view and how she saw things differently to Tommy. The little things that had always driven Tommy mad, Kazumi thought were cute. I did find out. Zaira thought about the situation and concluded it would be a sin to obey her son but the fire in her loins made all logic and sense of morality vanish. The swollen pink head of Raja’s cock was too tempting. She wanted it in her wet mouth. She wanted a cock and it did not matter if that cock belonged to her son or father. Raja, do you love me? Love me as your woman? Are you lusting after your own mother? Is it not sin? What would the world say?Zaira raised these questions of morality but her. So listen up, because I can make you look like Sweet Sammy there anytime I want." I said it as I pointed to the picture, which could have been Sammy hanging dead in the same kind of chair.Sweet Sammy looked really rough in the picture. He had blood and vomit on his face and clothes. "So here is the deal, Sweet Sammy told me all about your deal with the chinks. all about how they recruited you to find them a driver for their suicide bomb. It didn't work, see Sammy didn't want to kill his best. “do you think i should give it a go?” i asked. Everyone agreed that Garry would love it and it might improve our sex life as well. I decided to go for it, after all I’ve had fantasies about other women so why not make gharry happy and myself at the same time? Now all i had to do was choose somebody to ask. It shouldn’t be too hard i thought, i have loads of sexy female friends. I picked up my phone and dialled the number of my best friend, Sarah, Sarah was very attractive, tall, big boobs,.