Now I remembered the parcel. Rummaging through my backpack I looked for the package to make sure it is still there. Ghammal didn’t show and it was n...ow close to eleven. The traffic couldn’t be that bad this early in the morning. “Christine,” Michael’s urgent whisper came from a side chamber. Rushing in I saw a small figure sitting in a dark corner. It’s Ghammal. On closer inspection, I saw his swollen bloody face, the dry blood on his left ear and a small blue hole in the middle of his. She loved fixing dinner for him. In fact, she admitted to herself, she loved doing everything for him. It had become such a normal and natural order of things that she really couldn't understand why he would want to go and change it all now by marrying Susan and having her and her two sons move in with them.She did everything for him that her mother had done, except for sex, and she vowed to remedy that before too long. In fact, she had agreed to go over to Chris' house tonight to get started. Softly at first then as she became more loudly I heard the door open and softly close. Someone had entered the room I knew that much but was that horny nothing was going to stop me fucking this rich somewhat spoilt woman. I kissed up her body and sucking her nipples into my mouth in turn felt my cock being slowly wanked by another hand. Whoever it was they sure knew how to wank a guy then the hot softness of a woman’s mouth slipped over my cock head and while sucking me off wanked me also. I. I didn’t bother taking my time, didn’t even try to relax – I just tugged on my cock, hard and fast, and I came, violently and voluminously, all over my bedsheets.When we first started sharing our fantasies about girls, Martin and I set some rules. Well, not actual ‘rules’, but we started some traditions that would continue throughout our friendship, even to this day. For example, we’d always start by describing the girl (height, hair and eye colour, ‘number of limbs’); our stories were always.