She wiggled around a bunch then slid further under the covers. Next thing I know she whips the t-shirt out from under the covers and tosses it across ...he room."That's much better," she sighed, "I was losing circulation in that thing."Since she was completely covered from the neck down I just grunted and kept reading. I was just getting towards the end Reed Arvin's 'Blood of Angels'. The part where the strange, sexy minister named Fiona Townes was about to jump the hero's bones. I liked Reed. It was an awful surprise when Tunis turned out to be a completely modern city and the hotel turned out to be a typical American hotel chain product. They had certainly expected to see narrow streets full of men with donkeys and camels; instead they got broad boulevards full of cars. True, the signs were in Arabic script as well as French, but the most of the men they saw were dressed very similarly to those they would see back home. The hotel certainly did have three bars and there was a. "I unzipped my pants and let me erect dick flop out. It pointed straight out towards her face."Wow, it's really hard," she said."Okay, well, you've seen mine, now I wanna see yours," I said.Realizing the deal we had made, she stood up out of the chair, and slowly pulled her shorts and panties down. I got so unbelievably horny at the sight of her tiny red, hairy pussy. It looked like she hadn't started shaving yet, but It was so fucking hot. I just imagined my hard dick disappearing into that. The slut’s satiny smooth asscheeks were firm and round. There was a deep crack between her beautiful asscheeks. The man could not keep from staring up and down the young slut’s legs and ass. His breath came quicker. He enjoyed seeing such a fine, firm ass. The slut’s tender white flesh glowed with freshness and health, from her pretty feet and slender legs, all the way up to her flawless, creamy asscheeks.Sylvia lay there, silently waiting for the slap she knew would be coming. The cool air.