. OH GOD... UHGGGGGG..."I couldn't believe it... she was moaning with pleasure. She didn't even know what was happening to her... but she liked it! An... for the life of me, I couldn't understand why I thought she looked like a little slut.She looked up at me, her eyes rolling back into her head. "It's happening again mommy... It's... it's... oh god... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."I stood there, mesmerized by my daughter having an orgasm... being fucked by a dog. I mean, she was a virgin... only. I suppose that for many of you Americans, Brits and other westerners reading this right now, the idea of Iraq as being a ‘romantic’ place might seem more than a little unusual. And a couple of years ago, I might have even agreed with you on that one. But maybe after you read my story, you will understand how I lost my heart back on that rich Mesopotamian soil, where the Tigris and Euphrates meet. It all happened last year at Muharram, the first month of the Islamic calendar, which corresponded. I was pleased as I had a better view of you. I saw you lift your head and place your hand on your neck. I took this as a sign you needed a break and flipped the game off. I walked behind your chair and gently began to rub your neck and shoulders. You looked up at me and smiled. I continued rubbing your shoulders and bent down to gently kiss the nape of your neck. I felt you shiver as my lips brushed against your skin. I kissed your neck again more lingeringly, then whispered the suggestion of. " Nodding, Amy said, "I get it, they're old friends with a new common interest." Mel smiled. "That's right." I said, "So you're suggesting that after I get home Ruth is going to come into work in the morning and tell me about the hot date she had the night before." "Would that bother you?" There was an impish glint in Mel's eye. Laughing, I said, "Hell no, I'm a voyeur. I'll love it." Amy said, "There might be more. Since you were already close friends who enjoyed each other's company you might.