In 1922, its patrons are in palm-decked twilight, precariously suspended between death and life, in Cairo’s divided worlds. ******* Frances Shanley ...strode easily beside her husband along tree lined Avenue Zamalek. She was happy, despite two minor irritations. Her fashionable, short-brimmed cloche hat sat so low over her forehead it was impossible to look across the street discreetly, and Allan insisted on walking on the ‘outside’. So she had to lean backwards, raise her chin, and peer down her. How long is your waiting list?"Yes, but as a welcoming gift what if I move you to the top of my list.We could meet tomorrow for lunch here ,at my home, and talk about someideas?"That would be wonderful" I live at 255 Falls Drive see you at 12pm tomorrow?" I will see you then Good bye Glenda" good bye looking forward to meeting you dear" She probably wants to adopt me after how I played that" I thought as Ihung up the phone. I saw myself in the mirror and pulled a strand of mylong dark hair. I. 5ft 7 shoulder lenght dirty blonde hair she is not skinny but not fat she had just had two kids and was nice and thick a little fat ass and a stay at home mom PTA mom and soccer mom she was from the trailer park type small tits alwwys wore those one piece terry cloth shorts and strapless top with herass hanging out the back with the little dents anyways i was starting to grow my hair long and experiment pot and cigerettes i was still a virgin though i think it wws because at that age i had a. With both hands on my head, he starts face-fucking me slowly, using my mouth as a cunt hole strictly for his pleasure. I time my breathing so that when his cock goes all the way in, I don’t gag. I’m thinking of his directive, “This had better be good!”And apparently, I am doing well, because he steps up the pace. I love that about men, real men. They have to ram their cock in, pushing it deeper, further, faster, harder. A desperate thrusting, over and over again, climaxing in doing something.