I got off and lay on my side watching his face. He looked pissed for a minute, then his face cleared."She's my sister, guy." I know." You hurt her, an... I'll hurt you, understood?" Yeah." I mean it." I know, Jim. I'd never hurt her. You know that. Besides..."I stopped. I wasn't quite sure how to approach this with Jim."Are you sure about this?"Jim knew what I meant."Look, maybe she's willing to fool around a little, even with me. Not touch or anything like that, maybe just kind of showing off a. Das Kloster heißt Trooditissia. Da ist es für Eure Familien angenehmer und außerdem gibt es dort wunderbar süße, kleine Äpfel.“„Ist vielleicht besser, wenn wir dahinfahren, lassen die Mönche auch Muslime rein?“„Die sind weltoffen, achten allerdings auf angemessene Kleidung. Lange Hosen und Hemden für die Männer. Frauen sollten Kleider tragen und ihren Kopf bedecken. Dann ist es mit Sicherheit kein Problem sie zu besuchen.“„Die Kleidung ist kein Problem für uns, mal sehen was unsere Familie dazu. "Sally giggled. "So's Nick but the alarm's going to go off in a couple of minutes so I can go up and get dressed." Don't get delayed. Remember you've got guests to feed."Sally looked at her slightly disconcerted for a moment. Then, "YOU ARE A VERY WICKED LADY," she said in measured tones."Yes, Mrs Braithwaite." Diana pealed with laughter, pulled Sally into her arms again and hugged her tightly. "And I love you, both of you. I can't tell you why because I don't know but you're special and that I. “I’m drunk,” she said. “Good! I am too.” I put my glass down next to hers then suddenly reached behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing it and pulling her hard against my hungry cock, grinding into her jean covered pussy. Her round firm ass felt so good in my hands, the soft tight denim, the frayed edges of her cutoff, our sudden lust growing from the wine. She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back thrusting her pussy against my cock, grinding and sliding up and down.