She holds as much of my stiff shaft in her throat as she can, looking up at me and holding her breath, until gulping for air. My wet cock quivers with... the rough and quick release though she continues to grip me with one hand. She slaps my shaft and purple head a few times on her bare cheeks and puffy lips, takes a deep breath and sucks again.“If you expect me not to arrest you, let’s see that gypsy pussy of yours!”“No ranger, not my pussy!” Andrea plays along, “what are you arresting me for. . Tuesday, September 1st, 2015. Saudi Royal Palace.Another day with nothing to do! I slept until late, because I’d had a very busy night at the mosque. Bringing all that ethyl alcohol to the attic had required a few trips, and then I had to dispose of the empty canisters. I had drained the water tank, which had taken over two hours, and refilled it to only about ten percent of its capacity. While it drained through a small pipe that lead to the washroom downstairs, I had to mess around with. I stayed in thecar while Vera went up and rang the bell, someone opened the door andVera talked to them for a minute or two, then turned around and walkedto the car alone and got in.She told me that her friend's daughter was sick and wouldn't be going tothe audition. What a relief, it looked like I wouldn't have to gothrough with this bull shit."I guess we can go home and make other plans for the weekend." I said."Maybe we could be teenagers and hang out at the mall." I suggested."Not on your. She didn't say anything, but when she squeezed by me in the narrow hallway, she paused and pressed her very tight little ass against me. There was no way she could miss that I was still sporting half a woody from sitting there across the table from her all evening.Saturday came, and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I even tried to get my wife to come along with me, but she had some other things to do. So, I grabbed my toolbox and headed over. She answered the door in shorts and.