They way Jamal man-handled me, bringing me about orgasm after orgasm, penetrating me deeper than my husband ever could, sent me over the edge.Oh how h...e fucked me so good. Near dinner time was as a mess of sweat, saliva, vaginal fluids, and Jamal’s pre-cum. I had no idea where Bea was. I think her and Tyrone left to eat, maybe even have sex in the ocean. I didn’t know or care.I was limp in Jamal’s arms. He was gritting his teeth, on his knees in the disheveled bed, relentlessly pounding,. His religion began millennia ago with a black flag and a book written by the prophet who unified the wandering barbaric tribes in a war of violence. Ever since then the religion of the sword grew by conquest, fear and lust feeding off the basest part of male nature while crushing the female identity. It was the religion of bullies and people joined it ranks out of fear or lust while others tried to disguise its true nature masquerading it as a religion of peace when they failed to gain. Tammy was the wild, Irish redhead with the long legs and big boobs that most men preferred and most wives hate at first sight.Susan was the innocent eyed, glasses wearing petite teenager with the hungry appetite of a born man-eater. She would meet males, seduce them and chew them up and spit them out exhausted and so confused that they didn’t know what had hit them.Sister Agnes knew the inner workings of these bad girls right down to their last condom. She had been around and seen a lot before. Hey, let's head home. I'm the least important person around here. I can leave anytime. Your mother must be ready." She is. She's waiting on us."Fran went right into the kitchen with Mom, (Millie) and I talked with Dad, (Philo) catching up on what had gone on while I was on vacation while visiting Fran and her family. Dad asked, "So you're planning on taking off for one more week?" That's right, and you have to remember I haven't always taken a vacation. I now have a reason, so I will be taking.