Her nipples made sharp peaks in the thin shirt. I introduced myself and said I was very glad to meet her. "Thanks for doing my back," she said, "will ...you do me another little favor?" Sure," I said, looking at my watch.She stood up and came toward me. The t-shirt reached maybe an inch down her thighs, just barely covering her pussy and about half her ass. I watched her belly mound jiggle and her big breasts bobble. "He's a good man, my new husband, and he does his best; takes his little pills. The bus was over crowded. And i just some how get inside…and let me tell you..i injured ma left leg(got sliped from ma bullet). Now the real drama starts…From very next stop a lady approx age 35 came inside with a young gurl of around 15…she came near to me…and nothing happend for 5 mins…and as more people get into the bus…she had no other option but to come more closer to me…and i was like bending my leg due to that injury…aaahh my legs just brush are under as area…i like that….i dont know. Both of them are well spoken, hard working people; excellent neighbors and good friends of ours since they moved in a couple years ago. I always need to keep a strict no-drooling rule when they come over. I am sure that if I ever got lost in watching the top of Shirley's tits jiggle as my cum spurted in white streaks over her chest.... yeah the only thing that really helps is when my own blonde beauty goes back inside to get more drinks. Then I can watch, one perfectly-curved smooth white. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, yes, I am a Muslim, a Shi’a Muslim in fact. My parents were born in Iran, and fled to the west after the fall of the Shah. It was from them that I inherited my faith in ‘Ali and the Imams, and our very rich, beautiful Persian culture. You see, the earth itself takes on a special significance to us. The holy cities of Kerbala and Najaf, both in Iraq, are some of the most important sites for us, after the holy city of Makkah (or Mecca) of course. According.