The Meccan streets shortened into cuts and slants as she walked closer to the Kaa’bah one evening. A northerly wind chilled the city. The shops sold...pots and pans, silk garments, novelties, and religious trinkets. Food stands roasted lamb and chicken logs on spits. She passed veiled women carrying shopping bags. The streets were unmarked. The main avenues, however, were labeled by old signposts under which taxi cabs inched forward in traffic.The neighborhood children tugged on her chador. The. His is a word for word copy paste of an ERP I had with my favourite subby slut. If people seem to enjoy/request this kind of content I'll add more as I have a literal archive.Tags: Futa (of course During the conversation, I understood that her husband is into Business and she is a home maker. I observed this most of the times. Beautiful ladies get married to Businessmen, but they are always behind money but not their wife’s. so I thought to take this opportunity to develop a friendship with her. I gave my phone number and took hers to be her friend.Next day, around 2 PM, when I was in office, I got a WhatsApp message from her. I was very happy to see that. Slowly we started chatting. As she drove, Betty thought about her teen years and her brother. She and Bob grew up on the family farm. Their parents made a decent living, but farm life was hard and not something she or her brother wanted to do for a living.After graduating from high school, Bob joined the service. When he got out, he went to work in construction. Judy met Frank in high school and married him as soon as they could after graduation. Six months after the small wedding, Mark was born. Like her family, Frank’s.