More wiggling, smiles and delicate, little Eskimo kisses accompanied our early morning conversation about nothing in particular. It was our regular ro...tine whenever she abandoned my sister to several more hours of sullen teenage slumber on a Sunday morning. And I loved it. Something else that was becoming all too common was the arrival of her giggle. "What?" I already knew, of course, but I loved to hear her say it. She stared into my eyes, her own sparkling with triumphant discovery, "You have. .." she moaned.I reached down with my fingers. I tugged on her nipples. She moaned really hard. Her feet and legs spread open farther. "Oh! God! Honey! Your making me cum. This has never happened before. Your so nasty today. Hold my breast. Use them. I need to feel my wet pussy..." she yelled. I looked over my shoulder. She could not get her hands around her breast and stomach. She was a few inches short of her pussy. I pressed her warm cleavage together and tugged on her nipples. She kept. I followed the black girl and returned a few minutes later bare-foot, just with the thin cloth reaching down to my knees. I felt uncomfortable, I dressed up specially for her and now...Mary closed the doors and I was alone with her. "I don't even now your name, Boy. I guess it would be a good idea to tell me now, while you are standing here half nude." "Aehm, yes Ma'am. My name is Rene, but my friends all call me Ray", I got a cold glance as a response. "Well Boy, I ordered you here, because I. This bitch is horny for a Muslim dick. I told you she is ripe and ready to be fucked.Sahil- Yes, she is a big whore. She was looking so sober, and her son was saying nice things about her. Now I understood that she wants her pussy stuffed always. She is full of drama.Rehan- Don’t worry Sahil, we will take her to our private party and make her dance and get fucked by all.Mom- Please give me more, both of you. Promise me that you both will always fuck me and make me your whore. I’m your.