The two pretty girls stared at each other as they masturbated."I wish it was your fingers inside me," Marsha stated in a moan."Close your eyes and pre...end. It's what I am doing,"Jaz responded.So Marsha closed her eyes and imagined that Jaz was sitting next to her and it was her fingers inside her."I'm going to cum," Marsha announced between moans."I'm right behind you," Jaz responded.The orgasms were made even more intense by the fact that the other was watching. They laid back in their. Amna eventually gave in, forcing her sister to swear on the Koran that she wouldn’t say anything about her life to anyone. “Not even your best friend.” Dalitha frowned. She’d already made hints of this to Khadija and had been looking forward to providing more full and detailed accounts of her older sister’s exciting life, but she saw the wisdom of Amna’s advice. She was a good girl, and she’d never do anything to upset her sister. Auntie Salim made Dalitha very welcome when she visited,. “That note was for Jan,” I said.“Oh my gosh!” Jen replied, cupping her hands over her mouth.I chuckled.“But that’s okay,” I replied, “It’s all good.”I reached out and took her wrists into my grasp and lowered her hands to my manly parts.“You started something,” I said, “You might as well finish it.”I was now rock hard.Jen dropped to her knees and cupped my testicles in her hand, lightly squeezing them. She slipped my cock into open mouth, as the water spray bounced off her shoulders and. And she has done it without pause or question, without any desire for recognition or glory. I love her. She’s been a good mother. I wasn’t always the best son. I tried to be good but I’ve made mistakes. Though I learned from them, I know I hurt her along the way. When any on us did something wrong, we had to pay for it. There’s no question we’ve been punished for bad behavior. But sometimes we had to learn things the hard way. Sometimes we all have to. Hopefully we’re better people for what.