Anyway at night i was sneaking around their room door to see what they doing i finally got the way to see them what i see my brother try to fuck her a...d she resist to say i am very tried and i don’t wanna do this tonight but my brother told her she want her right now she said no again with anger my brother didn’t like her that way and he slap her face and started taking off her clothes and made himself naked with big dick hanging down and what he did he hold her from her waist and made her. I looked at this "new" Mom Olivia. I had never seen her naked before. She was still beautiful. She was overweight and voluptuous but certainly not a plus size woman. I could still walk out of there even though my cock was already hard in my boxer shorts. Instead I walked over to the bed and kissed Mom Olivia softly on her bee-stung lips. She could still open her eyes and tell me to stop and get out of the room. Instead she opened her eyes, smiled and held my head in her palms for a long. " I said, kissing her ear."That's my horny boy! What do you want to do?"I kissed her ear again. "You've been doing all the work. It's my turn now." I liked doing all the work. I like to please."I kissed her throat, her eyes, and her forehead. "I have a need to give too."My left hand reached between her legs, the pad of my middle finger caressed her clit, then moved down to separate her pussy lips. Moistness betrayed her. Alice closed her eyes, and bit her lip, mildly embarrassed."I can fix. Those crazy towelheads really hate us and it’s our duty to make their lives hell. That’s how I felt. I cheered U.S. President George W. Bush’s decision to invade Iraq and several other Arab nations as the Western World began the War on Terror. The war against Islam had begun, and I wanted to see every last one of those fuckers dead. My hatred of Muslims consumed my life. One day, I lost it at work when a Muslim dude came in with his burka-wearing wife and the two of them came to my counter. I.