"It IS hard." You know what I mean."She looked at me with those big blue eyes twinkling. "D'ya really want me to stop?" No." Is this too much?" she as...ked as she pulled my zipper down."No." I gasped a little as she freed my dick from its hiding place."I love every second where I get to do this, Jason," she said."Susan, baby, I love every second that you do it, and when you're not, I have to be careful about daydreaming..." I know" she smiled. "I get that way about you, too." She had me. ”“You know, I don’t know that I’ve ever met a Muslim in my entire life,” I said. “Or if I have, I didn’t realize it. I met some Iranians in Sweden, but they were Baha’i, not Muslim. Anala suggested broadening our group since with the probable exception of Jeremiah, we’re all pretty much European.”Jeremiah laughed, “My grandparents on my mom’s side came over from England!”“OK, then including Jeremiah!” I said. “I went to a High School that had three black kids in a student body of 1,000. And I. His thoughts wandered back to the woman in the light he had seen. He hadn’t seen much detail but he had felt their eyes meet. He didn’t know whether it was a comforting or eerie feeling. At least she would wake up in the morning satisfied that another day had gone by in her existence in this world. For him, nothing passed, things just changed. And boy had they changed in the ages he’d been around. Shifting on the bearskin rug as dreams began to take control of her thoughts, Cass’ innermost. As if you were reading my mind you reach down and gently rub your cock up and down my slit, getting it wet for easy penetration. You place the head at my entrance, look into my eyes, and say, “Are you ready, my love?” “I’ve been ready since the moment we met, Baby.”I can feel you slowly enter me, bit by bit. It hurts me, which causes an involuntary grimace. You look alarmed and pull out of me carefully. “Baby I don’t want to hurt you. We don’t have to do this,” you say. “I.