" The crew was about to begin yet another trap line so he dressed and went top side to do his job. I felt the vibration of the phone when the message...came in, but as luck would have it the crew was working the second trap line which meant two things. First that there was no way in hell of answering it right then due to the intense labor, and second that the waterproof suit I wore was so confining I would have to strip half naked to get to the damned thing. I sighed with regret when the. As with much of Arabic folk literature, this story was originally told within the framework of another story. A character in a different drama relates this as a didactic story to another character in order to express a moral. This particular poem is part of a much wider epic, "The Tale of the Porter, the Demon, and the Man-Eating Cyclops in the Valley of the Singing Figs," and is actually sung by the figs during the course of their tale. However the framework story has been omitted in this. After she had her tight rosebud glistening with her own juices she began to push her middle finger up into her ass, slowly at first and then faster. Her moans getting louder and louder as she rubbed her clit with more and more ferocity. She began to thrust her hips slightly, trying to drive her finger deeper and deeper into her hole. "Ooh yes, I'm gonna cum Kevin!" she shouted, her body tightening up in expectation before she was hit with a wave of pleasure. Her orgasm ripped through her. I could see her throat from above as she hardly closes her mouth since the harder pounding. I knew she was getting closer to her second orgasm when she turned her head to the side and breathe heavily syncing to the momentum of my thrusting. Second one finally came. She buried her face into the pillow sideway as she let out a long muffled moan lasting a few seconds. This time I halted. Released her legs and hugged her while she went through that pleasant satisfying feeling. Her inside was.