He wasn't about to let it show on his face however, and he handed the papers over and began what he thought was a fairly decent but superficial discus...sion of what he'd read from the printouts."What is this?" Mother Africa didn't even bother to pick up the papers; she had a look of disgust on her face."It's the reviews you asked for," John said, trying to appear confident.Crossing her arms in front of her, she didn't say a word, her face not showing any signs of emotion.John's heart was. I’d once had a sloppy half-assed handjob/blowjob hybrid upstairs at a party once and hadn’t even finished, but what Robyn was doing now was in a different league. As she slowly let me out of her mouth her tongue pirouetted around my dick until she was at the end and licking pre-cum off the head. Then she took the top half of me back into her mouth. She coated my cock with her saliva, her lip gloss smeared slightly up and down my length. I gave another groan. At this Robyn got off me “Guess I. An imam she met, and with whom she seriously discussed religion, taught her Arabic, and was most impressed, even though she would not convert, that she memorized the Koran. Her language skills were truly impressive to all; she even had a smattering of Farsi and Kurdish, and could make herself understood in the Bronx, Texas and the bayous of Louisiana. Denise took to speaking random languages or dialects to her mother, Dolores, who learned a bit in self-defense.Dolores decided to become Denise's. Then I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, I couldn't see anything from my angle, but I'm sure that Michael was getting an eyeful as she leaned over in front of him."Charlie looked at her aunt in horror. "Aunt Pat, you shouldn't be talking about this. I'm not going to sit here and listen to this." Charlie began to stand up."Sit down 'Charlie.' Believe me, we've all been there. We've all had our turn in the hot seat, this is yours." Why me? What did I do?" You know.