.. but you can sure as hell lose it.I have seen a lot of strange things in three lives ... I remember those. I don't remember being an indian and figh...ing in the 'red water.' Or any of those other lives the sweat lodge brought out..."Nevah happen, GI."But I have watched a race car run over the trunk, top and hood of three cars on the green flag and end up buried in the trunk of a fourth before he ever made the starting line ... so I KNOW you can lose it on the first.I am pleased to say no one. ” “Oh you poor darling!” Exclaimed Fatima, appearing to understand more than she possibly could from this brief exchange. She stood up and walked over to the bed. She lay down on it next to Amna, her long thin legs stretched out beyond Amna’s and her satin supported breasts pressed against Amna’s back. “You poor sweetheart!” She continued running her manicured nails along Amna’s spine. She then, with a touch of boldness, put her hand between Amna’s legs and brushed her pubic hairs. Amna made no. I pushed her back onto the couch and my lips fastened on her nips, sucking away as I had long fantasized. She didn't seem to mind, caressing the back of my head as I searched for the milk that I knew wasn't there.She spread her legs, inviting me inside her. When I delayed, still sucking, she took my tool and led it to her Tunnel of Love. Then our eyes met again. Debbie's eyes smiled, as if she were giving me a gift, which of course she certainly was. Was I to be her first, the maidenhead lost. I’d never seen him dressed so casually, and he looked every bit as sexy as he did in his usual clothes. Even sexier, because I had the feeling he had nothing on under his sweats. He sat beside me on the couch and put his arm around me. ‘Do you want some water or anything for the pain?’ he asked. ‘Are you taking care of me?’ I was a little surprised. ‘Yes, I am. I keep telling you, you’re special, Sam. I want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll be right back.’ He went into the kitchen and came back.