“Oh Kevin, you think you’re taking a break? Well you’re going to be fucking this cunt of mine the whole day.” “Carrie seriously, who’s at ...the fucking door?” Carrie got up quickly and ran downstairs to answer the door, while she was still naked. “Wait Carrie your clothes” but it was no use, she ignored what I was saying. As I listened at the top of the stairs, I can hear both my step sister’s voice and another female voice that I recognized, but who? “Oh my god, it can’t be,” I whispered to. "My country, right or wrong, but my country." Not a good thing. Ah well ... history will make the decision.In 1955, I was a going to be freshman in high school. Just before school started, I found a banned book in the trash pile of a "death" house. Someone died there and the relatives pitched everything but the furniture out by the street. The book, by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, was about sex from the female point of view, and I learned some things I didn't know. Not only did I not know the. I thought of a lover, a stranger standing outside in the rain, watching me touch myself, pleasure myself. I could almost see him, his cock hard as a rock in his jeans as he watched me. I wanted him to tear off the screen, pull me around and thrust into me until I was so full of him I'd scream.Just that thought made me even more desperate. I could feel the need tightening deep inside of me, clenching hard, racing towards me but backing away just as I reached for it. My breath was coming in. ‘… stay here…two hours. … woman’s body…’ I only caught a few words that I recognized in Arabic. I raised my head in time to see 4 men headed up the trail with a stretcher, and a fifth sitting in the driver’s seat of the car. My mind was racing. Ashraf had returned for Alexandra’s body. He would be upset when he returned without her. He had brought muscle, and I doubted that they would be understanding about my rescuing her and spending the night sharing body warmth. I felt Alexandra shaking.