"I was told to give this to you for Friday night."Looking down at the package she was holding, I asked the obvious. "Whatis it?" It's a hijab." A what...?" A headscarf."Unable to help myself, I made a face before looking up at Megan withoutmaking any effort to take the package from her. "It's a pretty one. Ipicked it out myself," she added as she extended her hand holding it."It's a simple square hijab you can wear in the Turkish style, like Ido."Ever so slowly, it dawned upon me that the package. My first semester in college I was somewhat lonely. I wrote over a dozen letters to Tina telling her how much I cared for her and missed her. After not receiving any replies from her I stopped writing but I couldn’t just forget her. On August 21 of each year I still sent her a birthday card. I also sent both her and Jenny a card at Christmas. I did receive a Christmas card back from Jenny and Mark every year. They would tell me about their family and the grocery business. I was happy for them.. It was hard to tell, but I got the feeling the more her grinded, the longer his cock got. I was starting to seriously freak out when I realized something. Oh my god! I gasped as I realized I did not actually want him to stop. I was enjoying the feel of his cock-hard manhood rubbing against my ass. Instantly, I calmed down and let him proceed. Unfortunately, my jogging pants were keeping him from attaining penetration. So I decided to take control of the situation. STOP! I yelled. My voice was. I suddenly stopped pressing and moved my mouth to her grinding a cunt. “Mm mm mm mm OHHHH” she went as she felt my tongue. I slid my tongue in and out of her cunt, pushing her panty to one side. She was bucking her hips faster than ever now. “Dont stop, please dont stop!” She started crying. I stretched her pussy out with my tongue, while my hands started to rub her clit. After furiously shaking a bit more, she screamed ” IM CUMMING!!!” and started to shake like she was going into a seizure.I.