I remembered how crazy she got with the little bit of ass play I had done before so with one hand I started spanking her. She could barely respond but... when she did she simply said, “Harder.” Who was I to say no? I gave her three more good spankings which were hard to aim because of how fast she was bouncing, but then I got a good grip on her ass and slid my right hand down and put one finger in her ass. That was it with that she had a massive orgasm. She went so crazy I had to keep my left hand. Carmen obviously had similar memories because she gripped my arm tightly and whispered. “He’s not going to get as far as you did, Mister Cuckold. Not while I’m pregnant anyway. I’m a one-man girl, remember?” At that moment, the man in question joined us on the patio with a tray of coffees. I noticed his hands were shaking a little as he poured out three large strong cups. Carmen must have noticed too because she made rather a fuss of him, praising his coffee-making skills, his physique and. Raesaah would always wear her wedding ring. I told Omar not to book far away from the market where a lot of Muslims would frequently come as I wanted to be around other Muslim men and I also wanted them to see her and that I expected him to treat her well and that the 2 of us would have a lot of fun with raesaah the whole weekendSo everything was planned and I could not wait to enjoy Raesaah for the weekend with Omar... so I left work a little earlier when to get our d**gs and go home and shave. It’s getting late and you mention something about having to wake up early in the morning as you turn to give me a hug. This embrace is like the many thousands of hugs best friends have given each other over the years but for some reason, I hold you for just a second longer. Long enough to look into your eyes. Long enough for you to look into mine and long enough for that spark to ignite. I smile at you, a mere curving of my lips. I know you want me. I can see the lust in your eyes. You are so.