I bow down before God, whom we Muslims call Allah, not before Arab culture, or anything man-made. Now, as much as I love my new Islamic faith, I find ...many of the cultural mores woven into it to be ridiculous. Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia can’t drive or leave the house without a male chaperone. Women in the predominantly Muslim nation of Turkey can be police officers, airplane pilots, soldiers and politicians. See the vast difference? Culture is important, folks. A Turkish policewoman. She had thought about it but asked if she could hang with me for a few days. I had no problem with that as long as she knew of my plans."I would love to go camping with you. As long as you aren't an axe murderer or something." she said when I informed her."Nope. But I am a new father."We sat and talked for a while. We filled each other in on aspects of our lives. We were chatting merrily along when my cell rang. Usually I check the caller ID before I answer, for some reason I didn't and I heard. Poor Sean was sitting in the back of that beast because we were told it was only a 10 minute drive." Oh," Rachelle said as she tried to remember the conversation. "I guess I did. Sorry about that." You must be Rachelle's boyfriend," Edna said, extending her hand to Adam."I must not be," Adam replied with a smile. "Because that guy behind me with the brown hair would be a might bit upset if I tried." Not to mention that other people would be a little displeased," Allie said with raised. On the other side of the bay windows, he could still see the gardener pounding pussy. The realtor was thrashing in delight from that dark cock and bouncing balls. Without warning, the gardener pulled out and cock slapped the realtor in the face. She obediently devoured the tool and cleaned it before opening her mouth for a treat. Standing above her, the gardener let loose a thick rope of cream. The first shot landed on the realtor’s tongue. The second splattered on her cheek and neck. The final.