Although being younger of the two brothers I got married earlier to my elder brother by 3 years. My brother along with his wife stays in Australia and...come every diwali back home.M y sexual life is very pleasing as I can openly discuss anything with my wife but only to the limits of discussions n fantasy no practical experience of any out side sexual though I had sex few times outside my marriage even which of course she’s not aware off, anyways Now last dec08 my wife along with my kids v. Darlene squeezed her eyes shut and listened to him talk about giving and taking. Around her his recorded voice talked about fucking and possession and emptiness. She tried to focus her attention elsewhere and shut out the pain of him raping her ass.She knew her friends did anal sex and most of them raved about it. But she had never tried and she couldn't understand the attraction of it even with his cock lubed. She could barely move a muscle tied as she was."Mmmmm... fuck, your ass is sweet...". Anna looked at me, a crazy lusty expression on her face. "You love it?" Fuck I do." I replied."Yes." She screamed."I love watching this." Yeah, honey." I love that I can't have you." Yes." She sighed."And that you he fucks you." Oh yeah. Oh, yeah." Anna said with her eyes rolling up.Right there, right then. Anna orgasmed. Her whole body twisted. She whimpered and thrashed her head back and forth. I could see the muscles of her lovely body contract and relax. It was a long orgasm that at last. Omar and I started hanging out, first as friends, and then before you know it, we were a couple. Somalis pair up very quickly, it’s part of our culture. I was born in Somaliland, and grew up in the Confederation of Canada. I still remember life back home, and sometimes I miss it. When I tell this to Somalis born and raised in Canada or America, they ask me what kind of weed I’ve been smoking, because I’d have to be on something to miss Somalia. You know what they say, there’s no place like.