"No, no! You mustn't touch breasts like THAT, so familiar," she panted as the stocky one began pawing at her boobs. Sabah didn't realize Mother liked ...laying rough like this but she must, as there was no way a man could touch her in any way she did not desire. "You ANimal! Stop this instant! Don't you dare put your filthy hand in my..." Sabah winced but supposed Mother's gasps of pleasure as the second man rammed one then two, three and four thick fingers into her cunt, were real if perhaps. This time, they both were moaning. Before long they were itching to do the real thing.Lie on your back, I want to try another yoga pose.They weren’t going for oral this time. He holds his cock to her pussy lips, mixing his precum, her saliva, and her juices.Ugh, just stick it in already.He dives in his cock reaching her deep before bottoming out. Being brother and sister, they were a perfect match. Going slow he thrusts into her, all the way out, all the way in. She plants her feet and gyrates. There were certain moments where these memories almost seemed too surreal to believe; and yet it had not been a dream at all, but very, very real.He'd been born in Zambia and lived there his entire life so far. He'd grown up in Muslim household. He'd gone to a madrassa. Learned to read. Read the Koran. Listened to the Imam. He thought of himself as a good Muslim, a loving, but sometimes strict, husband and father. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come. He always enjoyed cumming in my mouth and I showed him my jizz covered tongue before I swallowed him. That always made him hard again and I slid down onto his cock, but his stamina slowly faded. After a little kissing we both lit up a cigarette and laid their talking. He got up for a few minutes and returned with an large brown envelope and tossed it next to me. I opened it up and it held quite a few photos of me fucking and sucking a bunch of different men, but the majority of them were of me.