”“What changes? Things never change around here.”“You must really like it in Cairo. I cherish those years of attending Al–Karim, although ba...k then there weren’t many students to be judged. Son, I called you here because I have something important to tell you. It involves you more than it does me.”“The Indian tour?”“No, nothing like that. The riots did not affect us. I will have to do something to stop those corrupt Hindus. The Indian tour has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with. (Liberals believe that Freedom of Speech and the First Amendment apply only to their views!)I commend Al Steiner ("Greenies"), Megan's Dad and all the others who have had the courage to post "no-sex" stories on this site. For those who are addicted to the sex stories, (yes it is an addiction) if enough of you who flame me would instead ask him, perhaps the webmaster would move the lesser sexually oriented content to a separate section.As for the vindictive low scores, because of my views, there. “Hi, Xi. I’m here to do a deep scan on the ghosin,” she said with a bright smile.“Be my guest. It’s for certain I can’t get in there,” Xi chuckled.“Neither could we at Grmmar, it blocked us totally,” Arwen nodded as she started concentrating on the creature. “Ah...”“Ah?” I questioned.“It’s trying to contact its masters, something called patripures, only it can’t figure out where it is or how it’s being blocked,” she shrugged. “It’s a predator, pure and simple, they simply point it at something. My hands glide slowly round your waist and up your back, pulling you closer into my kiss. My tongue slowly exploring your mouth as we passionately French kiss, our bodies press against each other. Being blindfolded, Im unable to see you, so I use my hands to explore your body. Gliding my hands round your sides and slide up your back. I stroke slowly and tenderly, while all the time, completely lost in the taste of your kisses. I lean up on my elbow, gently pushing you back against the bed. I.