From his thick accent, I could tell that he was a newcomer and I was proven right when Elijah revealed to me that he just moved to Ontario from his ho...etown of Saint Catherine, somewhere on the island of Jamaica. Thus, Elijah Morrison and I met, and as it turns out, we had a lot in common. Sure, he’s a Christian guy and I’m a Muslim woman but underneath it all, we were a lot alike. For starters, we were both loners. Elijah desperately missed his parents back on the island of Jamaica, and I. She lost no time in getting into a rhythm, with eyes closed and biting her bottom lip in concentration, her breasts swaying in circles as she worked herself on me.I could feel Sally getting close though she made no sound other than heavy panting breaths. I reached up with my free hand to tweak her nipples, and her eyes flew open, heavy-lidded with excitement and lust. Her orgasm hit her; her face twisted in a grimace, and her eyes once again closed tight shut as she gave one quiet groan and. She moved the clock as far away as the cord reached, and brought a dripping-wet washcloth back from the bathroom. Pulling the sheet down from his face, she dripped a bit on his face. He kicked.She squeezed. Be blinked, thrashed, turned over, but didn't seem to awaken. The next squeeze went into his ear -- an accident, but an effective one."Holy hell! Leave me alone!" He turned over. She watched for a moment as the alarm started to penetrate. One arm came out and slapped where the button was. When I'd got my handin just the right position I found I could work his cock in my mouth andit would just touch my throat occasionally. That much I could cope with.I was concentrating so much on Tony's cock that I didn't notice his griptightening on my head. By the time I did, it was more like Tony wasfucking my mouth than me giving him a blowjob. I couldn't have stopped ifI'd wanted to, but it was okay, because I didn't want to, I wanted togive Tony exactly what he deserved for being so.