And because I had to thik about it for even a second, I ran."I am so sorry! I will buy you another. Bartender!?" is all i heard but it didn't really c...ompute for me. By now everone that had slipped into the bar during the block party in our tiny little town was looking at us but I couldn't stop looking at him. The warmth from my sex and the chill from the beer was the only other thing I could think about or feel but I could not look away from him. "I-I can't stay" Is all I could muster from my. "Fatima says your Arabic name should be 'Sayyid Nuhayd'." Sayyid Nuhayd? Ana mush fahim (I don't understand), ' I replied."Mister Big," she giggled.I couldn't help but blush at what she said as well as the response my dick was having to her light caresses. I was guessing that old Abu Bakr wasn't very well endowed if she thought my slightly larger than average unit was that big."Will you ask Basheera if one of my hands can be freed?" I persisted."Why, you do not like this?' she asked in a hurt. We didn’t waste any time. He undid his belt. I undid the buttons on his jeans, followed by the zipper before I tugged his jeans and underwear halfway down his thighs. I quickly took his half hard erection in my mouth and within a minute he was rock hard. I stood back up and again we looked and listened for other people. No signs of anyone else, so I pulled down my black yoga pants and pink string thong. I assumed a position bent over, my hands on a tree to support myself. Again, he wasted no. There she stood having just gotten the water temperature just right when she heard the bathroom door open. Thinking that their roommate, John's best friend since grade school Joe Walker who should not be there having gone home for the weekend to introduce his girlfriend to the rest of his family and from hints John had dropped pop the question. "Hello?" Sofia's soft voice shaky as she called out to whomever had entered the room. After a few moments having no response to her questions Sofia.