New Neighbours

A morning almost like any other, sunlight streaming in, sheets tangled around one leg, cock hard and throbbing, the sound of shouting and clattering outside...

The sound of shouting and clattering outside? That's not the usual, but not entirely unexpected either, not with the house next door recently being sold.

What's more unexpected was that the shouting was definitely not in english, it took a moment for the recognition to set in that it sounded like Arabic.

Getting up and walking to the window it was clear that it was a small family stood by a moving truck, a husband, wife, and two daughters, one looking to be in her late teens, one younger.

Both wife and eldest daughter looked good, even the traditional clothing couldn't hide the swoop of hips and ass they both had.

Both husband and youngest ran inside, leaving the two women that caught your eye fumbling with the boxes still in the truck.