Master John turned the shower on then started to undress. I watched him take his shirt off and gasped when I saw his body. He was picture perfect with...a six pack any athlete would be proud to show off. Tanned and smooth, I wanted to run my hand over his chest and bite his nipples. “You should be doing this my slut.” He grinned. “Oh thank you, Master John.” I said and stepped up to him. I placed my hand over his chest and let it slide down to the button on his jeans. I undid the button and took. .."OH SHIT MARK!" my mother yelled. "I forgot to take my pill this morning." My mom pushed me off her and ran upstairs. I couldn’t believe the turn of the events. All I cared about was the sweet taste of my mother’s pussy. Not the fact that I may have knocked her up. I would be glad if I did. To ensure I made my mother the mother of my child, I ran upstairs after her. Before she could shut her door I swung it open and my mom got startled. "You startled me son" but I did not reply. "What's. ”“A Muslim?” Julia asked. “Now THAT might lead to some interesting conversations.”“You know, I don’t know that I’ve ever met a Muslim in my entire life,” I said. “Or if I have, I didn’t realize it. I met some Iranians in Sweden, but they were Baha’i, not Muslim. Anala suggested broadening our group since with the probable exception of Jeremiah, we’re all pretty much European.”Jeremiah laughed, “My grandparents on my mom’s side came over from England!”“OK, then including Jeremiah!” I said. “I. "I miss that so much," she said. Deep breaths and groans were on my neck, her hands were around my back."Put your hand down my pants and finger me, please." Once more I obeyed.The telephone rang but we carried on. Jill was wet and her pubic hair was short and curly. I slipped two fingers easily inside her pussy. Jill pulled her jeans down under her bum for me. My fingers felt out every contour of her wetness. My explorations were making her moan with pleasure.She reached down and began stroking.