Sharon was wheeled away for preparation for surgery. I accompanied our doctor to scrub up and get into my own set of surgical scrubs. Boy did I feel i...portant! All was good until I went into the operating room. There, in the middle of the room, lay my wife on a stainless-steel operating table. She had a sheet covering her whole body and a drape was erected across her chest. I was led to a stool at the left side of Sharon’s head. The anesthetist, anesthesiologist or whatever he was sat on the. Some of their activities may offend, but they do no harm. It is a very different kind of world they are creating,” Reverend Leroy Jones said.To say that discussions of nudity, public sex, and men married to men didn’t bother Imam Abdel-Malik would have been a lie. Islamic law was very clear on where it stood with respect to those issues. On the other hand, events in Saudi Arabia suggested that even the conservative laws of Islam were changing. Maybe it was for the best. He knew that more than. Upon entering our corner room, we were pleasantly surprised to see that it was large, bright and airy. It had a large king-sized bed and best of all a private balcony with a spectacular unobstructed view of the beach and the blue sea beyond.As quickly as possible we changed into our bathing suits. Mine was a surfer suit that came down to my knees; Patti's was a skimpy two-piece, which if worn at her father's country-club pool would have been called obscene. I had no problem with it; it. Moving over her, his gentle kisses began moving slowly down her throat until he stopped to squeeze and caress her soft breasts, sucking and licking her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. As she felt his hand wandering down between her thighs, she spread them wide to give him easy access as his probing finger began exploring the very core of her womanhood.As he moved his head down between her thighs, she heard the sound of her vibrator …. realizing, to her horror, that she had left it on the.