I didn't want to relive the time I froze my nuts off in the Berber City of Taroudant in the South of Morocco. When the invitation card read Morocco ba...k then I immediately thought of Sun and Sand. I completely blocked out the idea of the Atlas mountains and how cold it would be there even though it was the middle of summer elsewhere. Tadefi flew into my mind and filled it for a long moment. She just swooped in and made my already constricted space in my trousers all the tighter as I began to. "careful babe we can almost see tomorrows washing". she gives me a bid grin and opens her legs"not wearing any babe" she say,s showing me(and my mate her freshly shaven pussy)i look over at my mate and he can,t take is eye,s off my wife's love box.I ask him if that is a gun in his pocket or if he is enjoying the view. "Loving the view mate to be honest"Then he realizes he has been caught looking at my wife pussy."Don,t worrie mate nothing to apologize for its all there for all to see"I look. .. In 1742 Alistair Groze came to America, 'Massachusets Colony' then, and married a young heiress called Ethel Lourdes. They settled in what would later become part of Cambridge, with a diverse farm that produced everything from apples to pumpkins, milk to mutton, and cheese to chestnuts. The family prospered, for a time, with seven sons, all of whom went on to attend Harvard. Then, around 1777 something went profoundly WRONG. Family legend says that Alistair and Ethel's firstborn son, Gregory. He agreed and gave me directions.I jumped into the shower myself and then headed down the road. I was numb, and drank a double rum and coke to make sure I would go through with this. I walked up to his apartment door and knocked. Neighbors down below peered through their windows at me. I was wondering if this was a good idea. The door opened and a voice invited me inside. The room was pitch black. "On your knees boy," I was told in a firm but reassuring voice."Now, take off my shorts boy"I did.