Sara shuffled closer and pressed against my arm, I was all too aware of her tit pressing against my arm, only a thin wrap hiding her charms, pouring a...other scotch I gulped it down."What made you buy that tape?" Sara asked quietly.Feeling like the lad caught with his hand in the sweet jar I muttered an explanation, but the truth was that I had chosen it because I'd been excited by the subject matter, it didn't take Sara long to wheedle this out of me either."When do you watch these videos?" she. Eventually, they both realized they had stared far longer than originally intended and they both let out nervous laughs. He felt better knowing that she was just as anxious as he was."I'll be right back," he said playfully. He quickly dived down to her lower body and continued to fulfill his first wish. She giggled as he left.He started with her navel and kissed softly all the way to her pelvis. She covered her mouth as she laughed. Apparently, she was very ticklish there. He filed that. He despised the West and its cursed lands, which bedeviled Allah’s will. He remembered Imam Shabbir and his dying words. He remembered a slogan on a wall in Lahore: CRUSH ISRAEL, HATE AMERICA, LOVE ISLAM.Tariq explained coolly to his wife he was to perform the burial rites and that she could not attend. The burial was subject to restrictions. Traveling was meant for Tariq himself. He was not about to share this with his wife. He had been accustomed to being without her. Religious business was. It felt amazing. A couple years before that I got sucked off a few times by a neighborhood girl but that was nothing compared to this. He kept slowly rubbing and squeezing me and I forgot about everything, focusing on the immense pleasure. I closed my eyes and laid back letting him do what he wanted with me. He was picking up the pace and before I knew it I was shooting cum harder than I ever had. I shot so hard I felt some hit my face and some even went further. I quickly wiped it off now.