Both women quickly obeyed, stripping off their clothes until they were completely naked. Their bodies glistened with sweat in the candlelight as they knelt on all fours, hands cupped over their breasts and one hand between their legs. They closed their eyes tightly, feeling the heat of embarrassment and desire warring within them. As Father had commanded, each woman kept one hand clamped over her mouth while the other spread her bottom cheeks apart, revealing her most intimate parts to him.

As Father spoke, their lips parted and they exchanged a slow, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they moaned into each other's mouths, the heat of desire fueling their need for more. They could feel his gaze on them, watching as they pleased themselves with eager hands and hungry mouths. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing them deeper into arousal until they were both trembling with release.

"Their mothers left Jack's apartment looking satisfied and pregnant."

"We can't let this happen... We need to tell someone about this!" Monica whispers fiercely, determination burning in her eyes. "What if our children find out? They would never forgive us!" "We have to protect them," Jamilia agrees, wrapping her arms around herself nervously. "But how? Where do we even start?"

Jamila nods, her eyes locked on his as she continues to suck him off. She glances down at Monica, a knowing smile curving her lips. "He wants to fuck you now," she whispers, her breath hot against Monica's ear. With one swift movement, Jamila stands up and positions herself behind Monica, guiding his hard cock toward her wet entrance.

As he thrusts into her, the sensation is exquisite.

Jamila moans in pleasure as she feels him inside her, the familiar sensation of being filled by a man sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around Monica's waist as they both begin to move in sync with his thrusts. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against Monica's neck, and she can feel the heat radiating off of them both.

Jamila takes a step forward, her hand moving to rest on your hip as she leans in close. "We could show you how much we admire each other," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. Monica reaches around from behind, tracing circles over your chest with her fingers while pressing herself against you.

"And perhaps," Jamila continues, "you could help us decide which of us is... better at this." She guides your hand between their bodies, feeling your fingers brush against the damp fabric of their clothes.

Both women moan softly as your fingers begin to explore, their bodies pressing even closer against yours. Jamila's hand slides down, gripping your hip firmly while Monica arches her back, her breasts brushing against your chest. Their eyes meet and they share a heated glance before focusing once again on you.

"So tell us," Jamila purrs, "who do you think is better?"

Jamila sits on the sofa carefully, glancing around the room. She can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside her as she waits for the tea. She wants to understand more about your beliefs, but finds herself distracted by the desire coursing through her veins.

Monica paces back and forth, clearly agitated. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this," she mutters under her breath.

Jamila takes a sip of the tea, her eyes closing as she savors its warmth. "Our holy book... it has guided us through so much," she whispers, her voice dreamy. "It shows us the path to follow, to live a life that is pleasing to God." As she speaks, she leans slightly closer to you, their bodies almost touching.

Monica crosses her arms defiantly. "And what about our holy book? The Bible?" she demands. "

Maybe not... Maybe all this time, it was just us... together," Jamila whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "I think..." she trails off, unable to finish the thought as Monica leans in closer, their lips meeting in a soft, passionate kiss. The feel of each other's bodies against their own sends shockwaves through them both; it feels so right, so natural.

Together, they explore each other's bodies with renewed passion, their hands roaming over soft skin, feeling the heat emanating from each other's cores. The kiss deepens as Monica pushes Jamila onto her back, straddling her thighs and grinding against her wetness through their underwear. She breaks the kiss to nip at Jamila's earlobe, "You feel so good," she breathes before returning for another hungry kiss.