In the confusion of half–sleep he gradually discerned the muezzin’s call.Khozem rolled from the bed as he tried to capture remnants of his dream. ...In his white cotton pajamas, he dizzily stumbled to the bathroom and had a good look in the mirror. He thought about trimming his beard and plucking some of his nose hairs. Rather than rushing to the big mosque on campus, he decided to say prayers in his room. Out of the faucet sputtered a rusty sprinkle. He recited aloud:“In the name of Allah The. You can go further if you want." He wanted; his fingers followed my hair around my lips. He began caressing the crease between my lips and my leg. "Jon? That's sweet, but if you want the real spot, move a little to your left."He blushed again. His fingers moved and suddenly sank into my pool of wetness. "Oh!" He gasped with a start and pulled his fingers back.I grabbed his wrist before he could move them far. "No, that's what you supposed ta do."He was panting slightly. "It's all slippery.. "You have a lot of nerve. Who do you think you are coming in here and telling my son that I am a bargaining chip?"He smiled. "I told Danny that you were the hottest woman that I'd ever seen, and I wanted to have sex with you, which I'm going to do."He got up, walked around her, and closed the door. Turning, he took her in his arms. She tried to push him away. He towered over her. She weighing one hundred and sixty pounds, of which thirty were tits, was no match for him. He kissed her! Her. I began by clenching my buttocks, squeezing him then moving ever so slowly, I wanted to fuck without disturbing him, and I controlled my actions and began slowly building, that dreaded feeling every girl as she fucks a cock happened, a sudden warmth, spreading across her belly, filling her cunt, the knowledge the man is cumming inside you.I froze as if punishment to him for not giving me what I desperately wanted, I was angry and frustrated as I looked down on the man that created me, then I.