Everyone drank tea or fruit juice. I may have mentioned I’m not a heavy drinker and can go for weeks without a beer, but rarely have I wanted a tall...frosty one more than in that bloody tent. There were musicians strumming traditional instruments, which was unfortunate because Arabic music doesn’t half get on my tits.Some men where dressed in white thobes, but with white rather than checkered cloth on their heads. Their beards were more intense, bushier, than with the others. Asim pointed out to. But what to say? "Hey!! I know you guys." I laid it on thick, like I was a fan. "Fuckin' Bang Brothers!" A shook a hand with horns, thumb and pinky."Bang Broze," the guy riding shotgun corrected me. Did I hear a faint meow?The guy in back, probably the hung fucker, slid the rear door panel back. Sure enough, Vagina was cowering along the far side."Wow!! I never thought I'd meet you guys. Score anybody lately? Huh??" I played it up big, to feed their need for celebrity. Maybe it would work, or. .. Never.... Been.... Thissss.... Gooddddd!!!! Oh!!!! Oh, you fucking, wonderful cocksucker!!!! I"m... Cumminggggggg!!!"True to my word, I unloaded the most copious amount of cum I had ever unleashed in my young life! Unfortunately, Aunt Alma had no opportunity to keep from swallowing as I didn't - no couldn't - let her go, until I was almost totally spent! Finishing off finally and oblivious to her circumstances, I relaxed my grip and collapsed backwards lost in my own little world!I heard. Then Paddy walked over standing at the end of the table and again he slowly slid his cock inside of me. As he fucked me he used his thumbs to rub my clit up and down. I was embarrassed when I thought about how good that felt, I wrapped my legs around him and then my sobs began to get louder; I knew I was going to cum again. He kept fucking me even harder now and after a while I could feel a second orgasm building inside me; I didn't try to hide this one, it was no use. I was sobbing very loud,.