We’ll do the same things? The crime scene? We’ll follow it like a script? Exactly the same, you can even fuck me just like she was, and we’ll se... where it leads too; see if she’s right, okay??More then just the stirring in his stomach, feeling his cock stiffening, the added sensations of her fingertips brushing across its swelling crown through his trousers, he almost struggles for words, still the hint of a doubt, the chance she’s pulling his leg.?Lew? I’m serious? Treat me just like her, I. He even pretended not to notice when his wife, being the typical white slut she was, flashed the boy helping her try on some shoes. Harold saw it though, the way the woman would spread her thighs so that pimply faced shoe boy could see all the way up to her curly gates. Harold saw it because his wife made sure he was looking when she did it. I didn't know if she was doing it to see if Harold would say something out loud, or if it was because the woman knew he wouldn't. Either way, I'd had. I knew the inevitable was here. He was going to fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it.“ Get on the bed and lay on your back “I did so and he quickly followed me onto the bed. He reached underneath and made sure my whole was still wet and loosened for him to fuck me.“ Look me in the eye “ he ordered. He noticed me. He stared at me and it seemed like eternity but I felt his warm hard dick press against my hole. I started to turn red again and I accidentally let out an “ ouch “. He. “Oh, my son!” exclaimed the father, “It is very simple. This is a “djbellah”. 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.