Das war unmöglich.Dazu hatte er viel zu viel Spass an Sex und dazu brauchte er viel zu sehr die Abwechslung: blond, brünett, rothaarig (er liebte da... rothaarige Schamhaar zwischen ihren Beinen). Große Brüste, kleine Brüste, dicke Pos, kleine schmale Taillen, jung, alt…Hausfrauen, Geschäftsfrauen, zwei Frauen… er hatte wirklich schon vieles durch, doch irgendwas schien ihn nun noch zu fehlen. Ich konnte das kaum glauben.Was trieb ihn an und wohin sollte ihn diese Fick-Gier noch hintreiben?8. The Ayatollah Makhtol looked at least twenty years older than his fifty three years.Katal clasped his hands together in a show of his devotion to his religious leader and then bowed his head. The Ayatollah Makhtol gave him his blessing and began to talk with his old student. "You had said at one time that you would be willing to achieve martyrdom if it would further Allah's cause. Is that not correct?" Yes, Imam, I did say that, and I repeat that vow to you right now. If it would serve Allah's. "Bloody hell" I thought and smiled at the absurdity of it, "Imagine if I had a twin sister like mum did and woke up with her wrapped around me like that!"I groaned as I stood in the bathroom brushing my teeth and felt a pair of arms slipping around my waist."Hello beautiful" she said and reached for my growing erection."Mum?" I said,"It's Sarah" she laughed,"You sure?"A deliciously dirty laugh from behind us both and the tinkling of urine into the toilet bowl convinced me she wasn't lying.Mum. In themean time could you please refill my glass and you certainly needanother drink yourself." Of course Linda, right away," I said gratefully. I picked the tray andthe two glasses and headed for the kitchen; this small break gave memore time to think.In the kitchen I took my decision, I was going to accept the jobwhatever the consequences; the alternative was too bleak even to thinkabout it. As I walked back carrying the tray with the drinks I realizedthat I was mincing more than usually and.