You should have your friends there with you." No. I should have thought of my family, Paulie. I don't know why, but Ikeep wondering how my life got so...off track and I wonder if things wouldhave been different if Dad was still here." Keith, you've got a great job, you make good money, you have friendsand, who knows, maybe you still have a fianc?. You're doing great."He smiled as he turned the swing seat to look at his brother. "You're agood kid, Paulie. I do love you, you know. I'm just not very. His Adam apple vibrating as I lick his neck and ear. I moan and groan in his ear, setting him off. He wanted me to buck him like the fucking horse, but I wasn’t gonna do that yet. Yeah, it was tempting. Yeah, it was what I did to all the bitches I had played in the past, but this was my best friend, since grade seven. And ripping his ass walls out, painfully wasn’t what friends do for friends. I push in and out, making my own rhythm. My balls slaps his ass cheeks when I increase the speed. I. .this all changed when i turned 16 and i guess it let out this inner freak but more on that in a while... so growing up i had learned that after marrige these rules r what muslim woman should generally abide buy and to me it seemed alright but boy was i wrong..so here is a basic overview1. Obeying one’s husband in religiously permissible issues2. Submission to one’s husband in sleeping together, sexual pleasure, and lovemaking; except where religiously prohibited3. Trustworthiness and. She slid up to him and smiled. “Well, you can’t. Not yet,” she looked at him sternly, “Promise me.” His mouth opened to protest, but when her arm slipped slightly, tantalizing him with the barest glimpse of her, he nodded his promise. “Good.” She moved her arms, and her breasts bounced free from their confinement. As she moved closer, he saw that her ivory skin there was flawlessly smooth, her small rosy nipples erect in anticipation. His hands balled into fists to keep him from touching her.