“Oh believe me I noticed, I haven't been this wired in I don't know how long.”“Have you ever eaten pussy before Marie?” I asked.“I've had my...share of girl on girl experiences, not for a while though, ugh, god that felt good.”I smiled and lay down in front of her. “Lets see just how much you remember.”She rubbed my thighs, which felt great, then played around with my pussy lips, which felt even better. When she finally had me all warmed up to her liking she lowered her head between my legs and. “C’mon, Mustafa, get ready.”“Quiet, please, quiet,” he said, scratching his buttocks.“No, we must go. Hurry up and change!”“I can’t. I need a few more hours of rest.”“No time for rest, Mustafa. Let’s go, get ready.”“I really can’t. I’m sick.”“That’s the devil inside of you...”“Oh, not this again...”“ ... yes, the devil. We must go to the mosque. Don’t you remember, you’re an Imam! You must learn how to pray, and the mosque is the best place.”“Even the Imam must have an off-day,” he said. While I was fingering her ass hole, she played with her clit. She even slit some fingers in her cunt. Mom made some brilliant close ups. I stuck in a second finger, then a third one and after a while she was ready to receive something bigger: My overly hard cock. She even asked me, or better said, pegged me to ass fuck her. The good brother I was, I did as I was told.So I slid my dick in her tight hole. Gently. Slowly. To give her time to adjust. She fell for it. Began to moan after a while. I. A story which is as old as time itself but as fresh as the morning dew. It all begins, once upon a time. The young woman who lived here did so reluctantly. You knew you came from royalty, ’twas a burden you had worn as easily as the finery which adorned your body every single day. Yet you longed for something different, something better not only for yourself but for all those who one day would look upon you as queen, a day which you dreaded might come sooner than later. Your mother had died,.