Just to play along, I looked at Alan and said, “Come on, honey, I’ll put on your eye makeup again and let you use my abaya and niqab. Abdul is rig...t; you did look pretty good last night.”I was wearing a short skirt with no underwear and a tight blouse with no bra that showed off my legs and big tits, as I helped with the makeup and clothes. When we came back into the room, the men smiled when they saw Alan, and Abdul told the men things in front of me that I knew he must have already told the. She was still thinking like a mother, or maybe a Democrat, except that Democrats hadn’t been invented yet.Hmmmmm ... no Democrats. Maybe the good old days really were better. Anyway, on with the tale. Elizabeth was thinking like a mother and proved it by speaking.“Jack!” she said sharply. “Plant another bean, so he can go home and take care of his little boy.”“You planted the beanstalk?” Mortimer’s voice held great interest as he looked at Jack.“Um...” Jack wished his mother hadn’t given away. Her butt hole had obviously been well used over the years as it was far looser. I kept up the pumping action, driving my cock in and out of her butt hole.Priya went behind me and reached between my legs. As she kissed my neck and shoulder and reached round to rub my chest, her other hand moved between my legs, her fingers having traced there way down along my ass crack, to cup my swinging balls. “Come on bro” she said “take your pleasure and fuck that whore’s ass hard. Fill her up with your. She started referring to my backside as agash and in the heat of orgasm she would call it "my cunt". Now when wewould go shopping she would make sure my gash was full of her cum. Shemade it a ritual when we were in the store she would push her hand downthe back of my jeans and insert a finger in me, pulling up ever soslightly, so I would release some of her cum in my panties and wellbecause they were thongs it would soak through to my jeans. She loved todrop things in the store, so I would have.