“Do you want it? Uhm? Want it inside your soaked, little, tight Arabic pussy? – I teased her, while I still rubbed my dick on her clit – It seem...s you’re having what you looked for… - I joked to her husband, who had stood up to have a better view – Ask for it, Kebira! I wanna hear you beg me in Arabic to fuck you!!”I don’t know if she understood from the situation what I was saying, but she did replied something. Maybe it was a plea, maybe some request…I couldn’t tell. I let myself believe that. The pain is still there. I don’t know, maybe it will always be there. Maybe I just have to learn to live with it. I just don’t know. What I do know is that I have never stopped loving you. God help me, now that you’re back in our lives, I don’t want to let you go again.” “Gary, let me spend the night.” “No, absolutely not, it’s too soon for that.” Judy was praying he would say yes, but she understood when he didn’t. They changed the subject and Gary told her about a big advertising campaign. I wanted to start jerking my little cock right then and there and shoot cum all over the stockings but I knew I was only getting started! I had to be patient and try to control myself, there was much to do before that.I returned to the suitcase, searching for my new pair of sparkly stripper heels, pulling them out and setting them aside.'Only a real fucking slutty bitch would wear shoes like that!' I heard my inner voice say.Continuing to search through my bag, I found the sexy wet look mini. He breathed in the aroma from her wet urine and sticky orgasmic discharge. This further aroused him causing him to turn the knickers around. He then inhaled the smell of the heavy dark brown stain in the seat of the white knickers which had been up the cleft between the cheeks of Nicola's dirty bottom. He turned them inside out. He stared closely at the wet creamy patch on the crotch linking to the large greasy shiny skidmark in the rear. All the deposits in these knickers could hardly have.