"Impossible...She can't be.." I thought to myself noticing my small Arab penis swelling up.I turned on my music again and snuck out of my room and wal...ed down the hallway to her room. The moaning and yelling was now just on the other side of the door. My mother was fucking a white man, a kaffir, just on the other side of the door. I became furious was about to burst in, but my small Muslim cock was excited about the sounds in the room.Getting the best of me, I leaned in and noticed the door. In the short time he'd been helping RSS with the Medeforte case, Vil seemed to have made friends with half of Thule's staff. If it weren't a Saturday, Thule might have had to close the office today. And, it seemed like everyone who knew Thule or Dawn or Marigold and was coming to the wedding had dropped by. As Thule opened the door, he tried to remember who was left that could be knocking now.He opened the door and found himself looking down at Ioke and Gayle. Thule's face split into a broad. She had taken several blows to her arms, legs and one to the hip that had her limping slightly. Anders, attempting to capitalize on the pain, over-extended himself in a kick and allowed Kat to deflect the kick far enough that she could step inside and land a back fist to his temple followed by an elbow strike to his jaw. There was a moment, when Kat recoiled into a ready position for the next exchange, when she thought she had missed or had not hit him hard enough. Anders eyes looked a bit. Man! I love her fucking big tits too and I told her so.“Mrs. Martin, I love your fucking big tits too. They’re huge and they are perfect,” I told her. I didn’t lie either. I wished right then I could see her and Aunt Rita naked together, just once, to compare their tits.“Reach around here and unbutton my skirt, I want to be completely naked and I want you to be naked too, Josey.”I reached around and found the big button above her left hip. I was about to burst wide open at the thought of seeing.