We all sat around and caught up my first day. She asked a lot of questions and some of them were about my relationship with my wife and how we met bla... blah - the usual stuff. When she saw a picture her eyes opened up and she said (without thinking - swearing isnt allowed in my sisters house) "Holy fuck she's hot. Nice score Uncle Jeff, I'd do her". Well, I think my jaw would have hit the ground if I had one ounce less control (lots of poker). My sister chuckled, shook her head and went into. I liked the look of it so I did it myself. Later on, a few of us used to have sessions where we did it to each other. That wasn't the only thing we did together either. It always made us horny. We all loved having our new bald pussies licked and sucked.” “So you have had sex with another girl?” the question had been asked. “Many many times, I am very bisexual.” “Does your mother know?” “Obviously. She and I have had some really deep and meaningful discussions about my previous sex life. I. He told her to say it, and then repeated it, “say it bitch, you know what we wanna hear”. Without further hesitation she replied. “Give me your Muslim seed, I need it. I am such a whore for Muslim men, I love how you refugees use me like your white cum dump”. The guy shot his load all over her face and without a moments breath the third guy shoved his cock down her throat. I couldn’t hold my cock back any longer and released it from my trousers.I continued to watch as each Syrian boy took his. Waiting for me, I turned the collar of my coat up against the chill morning air. “Angie!” He called.I thought about ignoring him, but lets be honest, how could I? He spoke, I listened.“I’ll think about it,” I replied. And I would.The weekend arrived, at last. It had seemed like the week would never end. The wine bar was down near the harbour, and the wind was straight off the sea. Fucking freezing. She was there when I arrived, my new friend Jasmine. We sat chatting, and soon it seemed we had.