"Nancy, Imam Yashik is here to work with us on scheduling the women selected in his religious order. Evidently they have been kept under a stay while ...ppropriate arrangements could be made and thus they are being brought here. Could you help him with scheduling his groups? I would advise sixteen or twenty at a time and estimate normal time cycles." Pleasure to meet you Imam. Do you have any of the notification numbers of the women you represent?" Nancy asked.Seeing that the Imam was taken aback. He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt, seeking the warmth within while he continued fingering her clit."Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please." She opened her eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror."It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed a tube of shampoo from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it into his hand. She jumped from the sudden coolness as he worked the shampoo into her crack. She drew a sharp intake of. This frustrated her and heightened her sexual arousal. She couldn't last any longer without me fucking her.I reached over to the bedside table and picked up a banana flavoured condom. Amy had an obsession with flavoured condoms, so I obliged. Putting the condom on felt as though it took forever, with endorphins flowing and adrenaline running high. I picked up her ankles and threw them over my shoulders once more. The tip of my cock was stroking her pussy, before the tip entered her tight hole.. "No," she smiled at her, standing to take their plates. "It's okay, you don't have to clean up," Becky shook her head, touching her arm. "I want to," Chloe replied, as she brought them both to the sink. Afterwards they had gone to the living room where she had started a fire and they had played some sort of card game. It took her a few minutes but she caught on and soon Becky was laughing at her when she would yell out "UNO!" like she had taught her. She had music on, something Chloe had grown.