They had been arrested and taken to the Questura in Mestre, where they were unable to explain themselves, since none spoke anything but the Kobekistan...dialect of Arabic. The police had eventually contacted the Consul, because the official interpreter had been unable to understand more than about one word in four of their dialect of Arabic, but had correctly identified it as Kobekistani. Of course they had no papers so the Consul knew nothing about them. Therefore the police had been told he was. ”“Mmm ... That feels nice. I love backrubs. God, Eric -- I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how our relationship has grown in just a couple weeks. I keep thinking I’ll wake up from some dream ... alone in my dingy apartment.”“It’s not dingy and it’s no dream.” I lay on my back and she cuddled against me. “Tell me something, Helen ... Do you love yourself?”“What?”“Do you love yourself?”“I ... I don’t know. I don’t know what it means.”“If you don’t love yourself, then you’re incapable of. I was on the verge of an orgasm and my entire body was trembling with pleasure.Aaron then suddenly pulled out of me and began cumming, he tried catching it in his hand but it landed on my back and a small amount landed on Ryan’s leg. He moaned so loudly as he did cum that I don’t think he cared about the spillage.Ryan, seeing Aaron cumming started thrusting harder into me, pushing me up so that my tits were now bouncing up and down again. Aaron leaned over once again and began touching his co*k. " My own cock is stiff in my tracksuit bottoms. I glance down and see that it is making a slight bulge. "Look at the effect you are having on me." he llooks down at my trackie bottoms and for the first time I see that he is interested. I slide my hand down his arm and hold his hand and hold it against the bulge. It rests there a short time before he snatches it away. "What were you watching?" I ask him. "A porn film." He says. "Obviously! I never thought it Spongebob or Peppa Pig." He laughs at.