Jillian followed; and stood behind me.“Can I watch, and hold you?” she asked.“Sure, just don’t squeeze too tightly,” I replied.As I stood in...front of the toilet, she reached around, holding my prick. As I started peeing, she giggled, and moved my prick around in a small circle, watching as the stream followed her movements. With her other hand, she gently caressed my balls. When I finished, she reached across to get some toilet paper, until I told her to just shake the last few drops off.“That. With her instructions I found her ‘love button’ and gave her pleasure and then I found the hole that I was supposed to put my cock in.Mom pulled me on top of her and between her open legs then she helped me get in position. With one thrust I entered her and she let out a gasp. Upon my next thrust I was all the way inside her. Mom could hardly breathe and it scared me. Finally she gasped for air, held me tightly, and kissed my ear.Mom then whispered, “Thank you. I really needed that.”I replied,. But youknow what Dee my sweet. I don't think I can wait until we get home." Lisabegan to drive out of the parking lot as she said, more to herself thanto me. "No, I think we will have to find somewhere nice and secluded."Lisa took her hand from the gearstick and let it rest on my bond thighs.She began to rub them through the leather, pressing her fingers againstmy groin as she did so. I also noticed that, while rubbing my thighs, shewas pressing her own together tightly and making tiny mewing. In the case of them men, their ass cheeks but also all over their circumcised cocks.The Muslim girls would stand all around them, waiting impatiently for the red ants to come out of their ant hills and cone all the way to the slaves' private organs. Four minutes later, all the Muslim girls could see armies and armies of ants marching all the way to the naked bodies of Fatima's and Noor's slaves.The Muslim girls were speaking in both a mixture of English and Arabic, excited at watching the ants.