And were those fishnet stockings she was wearing on her legs? That was so unlike her. She remained silent, and oddly, she did not seem angry or sad. S...e slowly walked up to him. "Honey-" Jake started, but she shushed him. "It's okay," she said. "I totally get it." And she smiled a lusty, almost wicked smile. What? Jake thought. She walked closer up to him, "I know what you want." Jake opened his mouth to speak again, but she rose a hand and pressed two fingers to his lips, no more talk, that. As we walked toward the door, we turned to hug goodbye. My arms went around his neck and his closed tightly around my waist. All I could do was breathe him in and hold on. I felt Sam leaving small, soft kisses along my jawline. As he moved forward, I leaned back just enough to look at him. I can't describe what I saw on his face. His hands moved up to hold my face and he said, "My God, you are so beautiful," and he leaned in to kiss me. His kiss was soft and gentle..his lips warm. He. She placed pillow under my cock to allow her easy access to my ass. "First I need to get some 'toys'." She went over to a beautiful oriental chest and picked out an assortment of sex toys. I was apprehensive about the situation but she cleverly calmed me down. "Put this on." she ordered me as I was handed one of those cock ring vibrators. I slipped it on and felt waves of stimulation run up and down my cock. I next I felt a greased finger penetrate my virgin ass hole. This isn't too bad I. Although Muslim, her grandfather was ethnically and culturally Greek and spoke Greek as his first language. At age 8 his family moved to Athens and then two-years later, Greece had become independent of Ottoman rule and the massacres of expulsions of Muslims increased. Aged-10 he was forced to flee Athens for Istanbul with his uncle as his parents had been murdered by Greek revolutionaries. The horrors of the war have been passed down the generations to Funda and from Funda to her daughter.