‘Well, then,’ said Jessie, now becoming eager to find out more about this girl, who clearly had a comely voice, an active personality and a good s...ense of humor. ‘I might just have to make my way on down to the mall then!’ The level of their conversation ascended slightly from casual chatting to subtle flirting. Now that she knew Annabella was both unattached and could theoretically like her, Jessie was excited. She started to really enjoy her inflections and elocutions. Annabella accentuated. Best of luck to them both. As for me, I study business administration at Carleton University in our nation’s Capital, and life has never been better. It’s often been said that a woman’s body is her own temple, to do with as she wishes. The last people on the planet to get that message are followers of Islam. How else would you explain the fact that, even while living in Western societies, Muslim men continue to punish their women for daring to live like Western women? A case involving an Arab. My mother and sister were sitting on each side on the bed facing me . Mother looked over at me and, with a warm smile and in a soft voice, told me to take off my clothes and come join them. I was surprised that I didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable as I undressed. Using my penis my mother showed my sister the most sensitive areas of a male cock and how to stimulate a cock head with her fingers. My cock was hard and it bounced softly as the blood pumped into it making it even harder. My. I realized that my wife was probably not going to remember much of this night so I decided to... well just not say anything unless she did. So I laid down in bed and tried to fall asleep but about 45 minutes later I heard her keys opening the door. I quietly got out of bed and walk over to the hallway. The door opened and in walked Tommy carrying my passed out wife over his shoulder. Her black skirt was pushed up just over her ass. She didn't have her thong on and I could see her swollen red.