"Damn you are tight, are you going to be able to take me in?" his fingers didn’t move at first, staying deep inside me and letting me adjust. It did...’t take long for me to cum, shuddering and moaning, after his fingers started to move in me and his thumb to tease my clit. It was intense and it ran through me, my juices covering his hand and soaking into the sheets, my eyes shut tight and fists clenched. When I opened my eyes he was staring at me, his fingers still in me, his breathing shallow. Johannes had been a good friend and a rewarding lover since she had left the life whose end she was still trying to forget. After Rummy Harms, he was the most reliable, the most understanding and sensitive man she had known through those years of reconstruction. The night with René had just been an opportunity to bank the fires that had gone unslaked during the days in Geneva and London.But, as she considered it all, she thought, too, of Johannes, and shivered. 'I may have to think more about. Over it I slipped on a shirt and pants with no belt and no socks with my shoes. This makes it easier to strip down to mu lingerie if the chance occurs!Walking out to my car, the friction of the silky front panel of the panties made me harder and I could feel the first pre-cum leaking. Once in my car I slipped off my shoes and pants then put my shoes back on so I was driving only in a shirt, bra and panties and shoes. By doing this I can stroke myself through the material while I drive.We live. Twenty thousand pilgrims prayed outside. He traveled to Kerbala. The bodyguards gathered more pail-fulls of soil, adding to Tariq’s collection back home. At the most sacred tombs he presented a sermon to a small, privileged audience. He said that a new direction for Islam was taking shape, a theme he had stuck with throughout his tour of Iran. At Kerbala, however, he included a note about Western nations, a quick note which left the audience confused. He claimed in his ramblings that Islam.