He raided the fridge and drank Rooh Afza. Schooling seemed far from his mind. The next few months would hold little glory. He would be forced into con...tant study and training. He expected Dr. Farrukh in the morning, and so he pondered the stars, and how they never changed. Later, he climbed into bed. As the minutes turned into hours, he accepted his inability to sleep. He lay curled in a ball as Rashida penetrated his thoughts. Was it her face in that moment of madness? Was it the hair hanging. "Once again, no further encouragement was needed as the boy scrambled back to his hands and knees. In too much of a hurry to even consider a position change, he grabbed each of Fifi's upturned asscheeks and plunged his cock into her sopping mound. Fifi jerked her head back as if her hair had been pulled. It was as if everything in her life had led up to this moment. By the delivery boy's third thrust, she knew that this was something she would never ever get enough of. She saw visions of. ‘Can you cover my back please?’ I asked, not wanting this beautifully tanned creature to leave just yet. Without a word he nodded graciously, uncapped the lotion, and rubbed it between his noticeably large hands. I sat forward to allow him to massage it in. His hands felt cool with the lotion all over them. He massaged quite gently and with a sensual, masterful motion. I giggled at the thought that crossed my mind of ‘tough work being the bar man here!’ But his large hands felt like he had. Marc and Cynthia got a little frisky with each other. I caught them making out in the kitchen (it was their house, what was I going to say?). Things calmed down after awhile. As we were leaving, our hosts invited us back next Friday night and to stay the weekend for they had some friends coming into town that they thought we would like. We agreed and drove home. Kay and I thought about stopping on a side road, but we were both too tired.The week moved by quickly. Finally Friday arrived and we.