I couldn't have those as long as she was alive, either. I signed the itemized list and they passed me a paper bag that had my mom's things in it. I di...dn't look inside. I had just watched my mom die. I had a funeral to plan. I had to try to track down my father." I didn't open the bag until it was time for her memorial service. I wanted to wear her watch to her funeral. When I opened the bag, the watch was gone. I went through the list and everything was there except for her watch. They had. "The truck should be here in fifteen minutes, Mullah Hassan," Aimal assured Abdul with a respectful bow of his head.His answer was greeted by a snort of frustration. Aimal had noticed the Mullah demonstrating many signs of frustration in recent weeks. It was not a trait Aimal expected to see in a revered, or feared, teacher of Islam.Aimal Saeed Al-Kassem was originally from Saudi Arabia. He had initially entered the United States on a student visa, and had remained on a work visa as a Professor. On this big cock it was a given. I kept moving through it, feeling me soak his big dick under me. At the end of it, I fell forward on him, exhaused from the ride and the explosion. He was so good to me, tender even. He ran his fingers over my hips and up my back. He kissed my neck and whispered the sweetest things in my ear. I rolled off of him and onto the bed, tingling head to toe. Patrick wasn’t done though. He was just getting started. He moved over me, spreading my legs, moaning a bit at. I let go and she locks it in again. She has me get on all four and says I missed some hair on me ass. She shaves it off then sprays some other fome on my ass and balls. Its cool for a moment then starts to feel strange then its hard to describe ,a tingling feeling, strange but good. As I squirm around she tells me its a menthol shaving cream she used once and it had the same effect on her but now my cock was trying to grow and I m in pain laying on the floor She walked out leaving me.