He fell on the bed beside me and said. "Marca I got to rest give me a few minute oh God your something else!" I looked over at his a...arm clock and saw it was almost 1 AM . Shit I got to get home and I wanted to fuck, goddamn living at home. "Charles when will your wife be home?" He looked up at me and said "Sunday night why!" I looked off in space as if I was trying to solve the cure for cancer. "I'm going to a party tomorrow night but I'll be here at 11 and can stay till 1. His face was wet with it, as were his arms and torso. Well, the bits that weren't already covered in blood. Tentatively she reached forward and gently brushed the hair from his eyes.He moaned, twitching at her touch, his skin burning beneath her fingers. "He'll need looking after" blistered through her mind.Frantically scanning the room, she noticed for the first time there was a sink in one far corner. She ran to it, "Let the taps work, please let the taps work". Water gushed freely as she. “Yes, this was great, but do you know what I’d like for next time?” The boys didn’t answer, so she continued, “I’d like to fuck each of you alone, just the two of us. So we can get to know each other and what each of us likes. Then I’d like to watch you fuck my daughters. Would you like that?”The boys murmured their assent.“But there’s one thing I have to ask of you, don’t tell your siblings about this, not yet. You two are the first, but your father and I want to be the ones who introduce the. It all started with that strange call you got about a month ago. A reader of your blog had heard rumours of king Abbah Ay'crul, who was said to have come to power through magical ways. Many believed it was the gods who chose him, but the man thought it might have been a Djinn, or genie, doing the work. A clue like every other, but it intrigued you anyways. You traveled deep into the deserts of Africa to raid the tomb of the king.You put the lamp down and start taking pictures of it. When you.