Marshall was fucking cursed,and I was going to make him see it. I brought it in, and he was giving methe silent treatment again. His dress pants and s...hirt had changed into awhite, shin-length skirt and short sleeved blouse. I could see hismuscles were completely gone, and while he was always thin he was wiry.Not anymore.I looked away, rummaging through his bag. No doubt making quite a noisebut Marshall refused to look at me. I found what I needed and looked up,and not a moment too soon.That. She imagined herself touching his face, being held in his arms, having him caress her body. She didnt see him in any of her classes, and was a bit disappointed, but at the same time grateful, she wouldnt have known how to react to his presence. As she was walking home from school, Gracie heard the roar of an engine. It couldnt be, she thought, shaking the silly idea away, but her heart raced just the same. The roar became louder and Gracie put her head down and kept walking. The motorcycle came. Suleyman was not sure. He knew that the chief was wiser than Ahmed believed. When Ahmed and Suleyman appeared before the assembled elders, Suleyman was worried. This could mean the end of his plots, his long-term plan to rule through Ahmed.Ahmed was excited. If the challenge was reasonable, he was sure that he could succeed and become his father’s heir.The chief announced the terms of the task that Ahmed had to perform. Suleyman carefully wrote down the chief’s words as he spoke them.“Ahmed.. Anyway we took all things & was purposely putting breaks so that her boobs should touch my back which was again & again happening & my dick was at its 90 degree in my pants.Than we reached, that moment i was dissapointed that she removed her hand from my thighs but was more excited thinking that now at home something will happen.Than i went to her house & i was helping her to decorate for evening party & this time i was shocked that she had purposely opened her button & was showing her.