It was always a great joy for me to meet her and we were still the dearest of friends, but we no longer talked of marriage or of a future together. It...was very reluctantly that I started dating again and eventually met the lady who would become my wife. She was a good woman, but looking back, I think I probably married her to achieve some closure in my mind from the woman I really loved. We got married in the same small town and both Elizabeth and her mother were guests. Late in the evening,. Cooper … he provided me with her vagina &hellip, he muttered. Oh Helga … your beautiful vagina is my altar and I am worshiping you. I am worshiping your precious wonderful cunt &hellip, Oh I should not say that word, should I &hellip,.. It is your womanhood… your precious place, your feminine mystery, your sex &hellip, your vagina… Oh Helga… it is your cunt, your beautiful, warm, wet beautiful holy cunt! As much as his elderly body and arthritic joints could manage, he thrust into her. Hail. Clock was saying 2:00am at night and i was still awake thinking of this and that and hema bua was sleeping so tight that she was snoring suddenly she turned towards me and kept her right hand on my chest and right leg on my thighs and her knee was touching my lund but at that moment i was not having any odd feelings towards her and i was trying to sleep. Lying so long steady i thought of moving my body a bit but by mistake my hands touched her medium sized boobs and her top uncovered her belly.. Deep down you are muslim. thats enough”Samira “OK, but now. How are you happy all the time?”Sultana “its simple, I am not judgemental and I love what I do and I am always horny too”Samira “Ok what should I do”Sultana “Wear sexy clothes, flirt whenever you get a change and btw why are you covering yourself like this when you are with me. Also, why are you wearing dress?”Samira “What else should I wear? ”Sultana “Nothing”Samira “Excuse me?”Sultana “Come on! you know what I mean? I don’t wear.