I was their first child. My family taught me the Koran, which is the Muslim Holy Book. I learned the Koran at home and then my parents sent me to the ...rimary school where my mother was the teacher. My younger brother was born when I was about 10 but I knew nothing about the birth of a child. All I was told was that children are sent from heaven by God. Looking at him I first realized that boys are sexually different than girls; but why, I had no clue.At the age of 10, my mother taught me to. “Now, it’s time to party,” he continued, resting the ice bucket and bottle onto the wooden floor and kneeling between her open legs. “Ooh, baby, look at those lips. Fuck those little panties are definitely soaked for me.” Sam leaned forward and inhaled. He sniffed the gorgeous scent of her arousal seeping through the flimsy material. “You’re a fucking horny girl, Sienna,” he stated, slapping his fingers against her juicy mound. He laughed as he watched her squirm and flinch at his. He knew our strengths and our weaknesses, and that the recent civil war had weakened us even more, the League was no match for his militia.”“Why are the survivors females?” asks Bruce, knowing the majority of the survivors had been women but he needs to know the reason.“I can only tell you what I think,” answers Nyssa, wishing her father, who she did not always see eye to eye with was here, “I think despite the Arkham Knight’s ruthlessness, he only kills women when it’s required. Oh, I’m sure. I could feel the cum building up in me, and knew I had to slow down. The half-erection had a very short half-life, apparently.I looked at the clock on the wall, and it'd only been three minutes. I slowed but didn't stop, and concentrated on just the sensations, now trying to chase out the images of my naked sister and niece, for they were overwhelmingly TOO arousing. Finally, my time was up, and I was able to bring myself to a stop.I emerged back into the living room, after my five minutes,.