For no good reason, we jumped to Saudi Arabia for our next strike. We bullshitted about our plans as we flew, and it dawned on us that we were still g...ing about this whole thing the wrong way. We figured that we should do something that would really shake up the Muslim world—something that would get their attention.What we came up with was to kidnap that monster stone at Mecca. Our plan was to swipe the thing and hold it for ransom. The ransom would be an agreement to stop the terrorist attacks. As memory tends to exaggerate I guess he must have been about seven inches and about the same thickness as me. He too was uncut as they put it nowadays. I thought it was normal and that everyone had a foreskin. Not until I went to Grammar School and saw in the showers cocks with no foreskin. I didn’t think anything of it. Of course my initiation into Grammar School is another story for another day. As we lay there wanking each other gently he asked me to open my legs wider. I did this and he. And that it’s not just one thing, but a lot of things. Your behavior lately has been very troubling.”“Troubling? I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I didn’t know I did anything to make you mad.”“Well, you did. Maybe not mad, exactly. But I’m very concerned and I just don’t know what to do with you.”“Well, you’re my dad. You can do anything you want with me,” she said with a tremor in her voice.Martin nodded again. The look on his face left no doubt that he caught her not-so-subtle suggestion. Then. The way my walls stretched to accommodate him felt different every time. He always keeps me waiting so long. "Better?" His blue eyes smoldering into mine. I dig my nails into his buttocks, urging him to go faster, but he grabs my hands, placing them above my head and rolling his hips so I can feel all of him. His entire body is hard; his abs and pectorals grind against me, his thighs forcing mine further apart. I kiss him, and bite his lip. He speeds up. "Why don't you ever tell me what.