All of a sudden he saw someone walk out from the women’s locker room. It was Laura my god. She was wearing a small white t-shirt that was drenched e...xposing her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. She could have easily won anyone wet t-shirt contest around. ‘Hi, Andrew.’ I didn’t hear the guy announce that the gym was closing. I was taking a shower and then realized that it was 12:15.’ I can’t believe I’m doing this Laura thought. She moved closer not knowing what to expect. ‘That’s alright.’. I didn’t expect it to be quite so… Big. I’ve stretched myself out with my fingers before, but I just feel so small compared to this… Hunk. Putting my face next to it, gently touching the balls with my chin, I could feel the tip gently touch my forehead just as I slid a finger all the way in.I moaned into the shaft as I felt my finger just barely stroke my prostate, every sensation feeling so much stronger as I gently eased it in and out. My other hand moved towards my clitty, picking up more of. His aunt's thirst continued to the last drop. Marty realized that she wouldn't stop sucking. The longer she kept it up, the more stubbornly his prick remained stiff."No," he insisted, "I'm finished. Damn you, Aunt Patty, I've had it. Let go of my cock." Patty shrugged and finally ended the blow-job. But she was grinning with triumph as she did, because both she and her nephew could plainly see that the condition for her leaving him alone had not occurred. In spite of herself, Marty was still. Omar was cool with gay marriage and abortion, things that are considered haram or forbidden in Islamic doctrine. Omar flat out told me that although he was raised in a Muslim household, his mindset was more than a bit secular. He wasn’t very religious. At the time, I found that odd. After we got married, Omar’s lack of religious conviction and his westernized view of the world proved to be a blessing. He treated me fairly, many Somali sisters aren’t so lucky. A lot of Somali women living in.