As I have told you, in the desert, it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked... “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouches” my son,” the father replied “You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.”“So tell me then...” added the boy.“Yes, my son?”“Why are you living in Minnesota and. I wrapped one leg around his back but didn’t have time to get the second one around him. He pulled away quickly, tore my panties off, pinned one leg on the bed, and hoisted the other one straight in the air. He parted my labia open and traced the tip on his tongue slowly up my moist and tender inner folds all the way up to my clit where he flicked it with his tongue. At that point I couldn’t talk. I was totally incapable. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were high-pitched breathy sighs. There was a sparkle of flashes like a million fireflies that jumped through my line of sight, as the world grew black for a second. My heart raced like I had just run a mile at top speed, and I thought surely it would escape my chest. I screamed, and I creamed like a cheap XXX movie whore. I let go and just lay back on the bed, my knees still held above my head and my arms strung through the crook in my knees. The cucumber was still inserted as far as it could go. I just loved the feeling of. “Cum for me, Britt! Cum for me!’ Straining against the strength of the silk ties, I screamed as I shot rope after rope of white-hot ejaculate all over my chest. The feeling was exquisite; my heart was pumping so hard I could hear it, my body felt like it was one big spasm, my toes curled, and my balls literally ached from the force of my orgasm. I was drenched in sweat and cum. “Oh my! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, Britt. Wow! Maybe I need to tie you up more often.” I still.