She had a rough abusive marriage, ex was in jail and kind of bummed me out. Jayda was actually nice and pretty cool, easy to talk with. As we got done...with lunch a few of us wanted to finish the day over at Beckys house. So we all headed over and as we were sitting outside everyone was bullshitting and Jayda was telling me and a couple other guys about her financial problems. As the night went on a couple of the boys were looking at their cell phone. “Damn! Thats crazy shit”, Marcus. “Fuck me my boy….fuck me my boy.”. she was uttering as the heat of lust enveloped her.I made her sit on the cot and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was big, with fleshy lips, intact like a girl’s. There was lavish growth of hair near the pussy, which I parted to the sides to get clear vision of her cunt.“Beautiful,” I said.“Really ? You like it “? she asked.“Yes chechi “( elder sister ) I said.I started moving my tongue expertly in her cunt and it was getting moist and warm. She started. "How should we start?" he asked. His new moral attitude still wasn't settled in, and he felt strange making advances toward this young girl."Well," she said gazing into his eyes. "Most of the time the guys just start grabbing at my boobs. But I like to kiss for a while first."Bob made an internal grimace. Boys were always pushing the envelope. That hadn't changed either.They started sitting up, and just leaning into each other for light, soft kisses. He gave her several and pulled back to see. "You are the wife of the Emir?" she asked."One of his wives," replied Ayda, "He has two. How did you come to be here? And what would you like to eat?" I was captured in the war, and I have no papers so they treated me as no better than a prostitute. Then I was being sold when the Emir had me brought here instead. You say he has two wives?" Yes. He married my daughter as well as me." Your daughter?" charlotte asked, horrified, "And you put up with it, and with these ... clothes ... and being a.