I just felt this overpowering urge to dress this way." Are you sure you're telling me the truth?" You know me better than that!" Maybe the icon has a ...urse on it." Neither of us believe that Carl." Maybe this man Caldi has something to do with it." Maybe, but he is long dead Carl, and he's not here to tell us." Let's look at the facts Matthew. We know that Caldi made the chair and table as well as the icon, which tells us what?" That he is a skilled wood worker." The icon is like no other. Mom and dad will be pissed if she comes in after midnight", I thought to myself.I paused in the doorway for a second. My mind began to wander while the blood started to rush to my crotch. I walked in and left the door ajar just in case someone came. I headed to her dresser and opened her top drawer. In it was a rainbow of panties and thongs. I lifted a couple up, imagining my sister in them. I reached to the back of the drawer and pulled out a small vibrator she tries to hide there. I brought. Seeing them fight like two raging bulls, and seeing Hassan really going for it, it woke up something in me. I wasn't really sure what it was, and I wasn't going to risk a developing friendship or whatever it was for another sex session after which I'd feel bad again and ghost him like the first time around.The next day, I woke Hassan up and thanked him for staying over. My phone was full of messages from Samer, very, deeply derogatory messages. It seemed like it wasn't a power play anymore, he. .” his hands grasp each side of my hips and breathes out heavily “yes, exactly like that baby.” He rocks me back and forth to the speed and roughness that he wants. “f-fuck daddy..” I breathe out heavily.Something changes in his eyes. I know this look, there will be no more gentle touching. He rolls back on top of me, moving his hand immediately to my neck. Grasping it firmly, he slowly slides back inside of me, he leans down and grunts in my ear “since you decided to wake me up, things will go.