Then I’d tell her exactly how I would undress her while we both moaned into the phone until I came.Still, I pushed for more.“I want to see your ti...s,” I told her.“I can’t do that,” she said.“What about your bra and cleavage?”She resisted the first few times. Then I’d feel bad for asking up until the next time that I was rock hard and getting ready to cum for her.“What if I cum with you instead?” she asked one night. “What if you did both?”“You’re so pushy,” she said.“I know. I shouldn’t be. . Go & jerk off, I'll see you later." I did go & jerk off. My mother & I were very quiet & subdued that evening. Every time I looked at her I could see her long creamy white legs being kneaded by John's brown hands.While having breakfast the next morning, the doorbell rang. It was John again. I answered; he walked past me to the breakfast bar to greet Mum. "Anything for me?" Breakfast or just coffee?" she answered coyly. This flirting went on as Mum showed too much leg while sitting on the bar. By this i mean from many of the muslim men that i have met a good majority of them have said they get fucking horny and turned on when they catch other men looking at their wives with lust and it especially makes them horny when other men look at them while they are touching and kissing them in public.... as these practices are Haraam and should only be done in private as the point of an abhaya and hijab is to conceal their woman from other mens lusty eyes.I am not saying this is true for all. These were to be my wives in the West. Things had changed so much since we started this trip. I looked at my sister and was enamored of her. Her slender body and pretty face now mine. Cousin Donna short, rounded with large breasts and a pretty face, Jean looking so much like my Jennie she could be a twin, Andrea so young and slim at 14 but so pretty and Kathy so shy, pretty and sweet.After dinner I stood by the wagon and Andrea came to stand beside me. I have always thought of her as a child.