"Uh, well what do you mean, Becky was it?" Jay replied back."Yes, thanks but what I am wondering is how fresh you were with my galpal Claire. So, once...again, what is she to you?" Becky implored. "Well Imet her before," Jay stated back plainly. "Huh, what is that?" Becky putup as she was shocked at this revelation. Jay continued, "Yeah, twosummers back she bumped into me at a hotel around Gainesville. It wasquite a surprise since I thought she was an escort, but when I saw herwith you college. I've heard all of the arguments as to why I should sleep with someone and none of them faze me. It won't be happening. Not unless we're married. Not that I'm trying to get you to marry me or anything, its just that our physical relationship will not go any further right now. Am I making sense?" Yes, Amy," I said. "You're making sense."She stiffened a little against me, her emotions becoming harder. "So... so if you think you can't... you know... handle that, we should probably just stop seeing. She found a café in the middle of a short block. The male patrons in the front sections fed on bread and an assortment of spicy meats. Curtains were drawn over the family section stocked with women and children. She indulged in a chicken kabob before meeting Khozem who had been saying prayers in the Kaa’bah.At home they read books, most of which were interpretations and commentaries on the Holy Scriptures. They lived in an apartment without a telephone, without windows. An unmade mattress. I felt my dick get hard as I looked her up and down. Her platinum blonde hair reached her tight little ass, and she had this cute slightly trimmed pussy, and when spread, it was pink and obviously tight. She had C-cup tits, and her nipples were small, and a perfect pink, with a little barbell through each. It was a glorious sight to see. Alright, but I get a little mean when I get into this, I warned, giving her one last chance to say no. I understand baby, she said and got on the bed. I.