People now knew him. He had been exposed to the entire mosque, and certainly he would be followed, because people actually believed in the unfortunate... spectacle. His paranoia grew with each unique snowflake.He knew he had enemies by default who would want him dead. He did not know whom to trust anymore. He could not even trust his own mother who had lied to him his entire life. A torrent of yesterdays flashed in his mind, especially the yesterdays of incarceration. He dismissed such thinking a. But she knew she couldn't fight, either. The hand that left her throat now made its way underneath her blouse. Feeling along her flat stomach, as if he enjoyed her soft skin against his hard hands. He reached up to her breasts, grabbing her bra tightly and snapping the straps with a jerk.'Oh!' She squeaked out in pain as the elastic snapped against her skin. 'Hush now sweet' He murmured, now flicking the broken bra off onto the ground with her panties. His hand returned to her breasts, feeling. Then he lifted me and assisted till bed. While coming to bed, I saw myself in the mirror, with jewelry hanging and beautiful makeup, disturbed hair and lipstick and full female body except dangling dick. While I was looking at myself in mirror my husband was giving smiles to me and I was feeling shy and embarrassed, but felt good and feminine.Then we went on to bed and we sleeping in each others arms and he was just fondling with my breasts. I gave him a lip kisses and asked him did I spoiled. I became hotter and hotter by seeing the pussy area. I was enjoying in the heaven, but suddenly my cousin called me from inside. I left the place and rushed in. As I went to my cousin’s room, still she was on the bed by wearing a tight t-shirt and pant. She was in half sleep and asked me sit beside her. I just sat beside her with huge bulge in my pants.She began to chat with me and kept her hand on my thigh casually. As she turned facing me her boobs were formed a little cleavage through her.