I sidle closer to your face and kiss your lips. I can taste the salt of the tears that had fallen to you lips.“I’ve decided why you’re so angry ...y pet. You’re lonely.” Your face goes blank and I stare into your eyes. Suddenly they go wide in understanding.“No! You can’t do this to another person,” you yell, “it’s not right, not humane.”“Why do you think I call you pet?” the words drip from my lips like acid. “Well you can’t stop me. I already have her picked out. Her name is Bonnie. Don’t get. She seemed eager to make me cum, to be the last one to quit, to keep going until we were almost dead. She really wanted to fuck my brains out, and I wasn’t going to stop her. She bounced her petite body up and down, screaming, “Yes, yes! Right there, damn it, and don’t stop! Please don’t ever fucking stop!” And soon, just as I felt I was about to explode, I knew I’d won the battle. She screamed as loud as she could, “Oh, FUCK YES! I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming! Shit… OH, GOD!” Then, just. "No, thank you. That was quite a treat first thing in the morning." Glad you feel that way," I said, continuing to hug her but squeezing her implant-augmented boob as well."I do, son. I really do," she said. "Now, what do you want with your bacon?"I was chowing down on bacon and a big bowl of Raisin Bran when the rest of the family began stirring."Morning, Mom, big brother," said Marie as she shuffled in, wearing her fuzzy slippers, balloon-decorated jammy shorts -- and nothing from the waist. Allah said that a man could have two, three or four zawjas (wives) if he treated them all equal. So you can only marry four of us. The rules of Ziwāj also forbid marrying mother and daughter. In addition, a family member must give the wife into the marriage contract; Basheera can do that for all four. That is why Basheera says the marriages would be legal."I thought for a minute before I said anything else. The very idea of thinking about marriage was astounding; when I added the fact that I.