’ ‘That’s me, asshole,’ I livened the conversation by trying to kick him in the balls. Unfortunately my aim was off and I only got the inside ...f his thigh. Still, it brought his attention back to me. Oh great. He snarled and reached behind him. From a hidden cleft in the rock he produced a shinning double bitted axe. He laughed and angled the blade to flash light in my eyes. ‘As I dealt with your peasant ancestors you Irish bitch, I’ll deal with you.’ He took an enormous cut at me. I rolled. She shuffled closer to Fahima's pussy.“Don't you just want to taste me,” I asked, my futa-dick throbbing. I mounted the bed behind the imam's first wife. My hands grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I hauled the fabric up her thighs. “Don't you want to just feast on her.”“I... I...” groaned Rizwana.“Feast on me,” whimpered Fahima. “Oh, please, do it.”I exposed a pair of gray panties, the crotch soaked by Rizwana's hot passion. I yanked her panties off her hips, rolling them off her bubbly rump. I. Tall, real slim with not an ounce of fat on her. She had long dark brown hair, legs that had no end, the cutest little arse I have seen in a long time and a face that instantly got my perverted cock hard. She had little make up on which was a good thing, her natural cuteness and innocence shon through. I perved on her for the who trip then we went our seperate ways... but in my mind I thought of an alternative senario....We were the only 2 to get off at my station. It was after rush hour so it. I looked on as the head of my cock slowly pushed between the folds of her lips. I gloried in the feeling of her warm wet pussy sucking me inside as she lowered herself onto me. She stopped then and raised up and suddenly dropped herself all the way down my cock. I felt something in the way of my cock of the briefest of moments and a fraction of pain as my cock was squashed against it and then it burst through to a yelp of pain from Jess. “What the hell? Are you ok sis?” The look of pain on.