This one is Compliment of J & HAn Arab and his SonA young Arab boy asked his father: “What is that strange hat you are wearing?”The father said: �...�Why my son, it is a “chechia”. In the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.”“And what is the long flowing robe you are wearing?” asked the boy.“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. "Aislin laughed. "Good man, but I would have done it anyway. Well itappears you have two choices." With a wave of a hand, the forest parted."Down that path lie refuges, mostly farmers and their families, many whorecently fled their homes because of the last Demonstration of Faith.They all have a desire to fight, and refuse to just sit back and donothing. Unfortunately, there isn't a real warrior among them. So what doyou think will happen when they try and fight a troop of your Guerrier?"The. Her juices were now almost pouring out of her as I gave her a real good pounding. I let go of her hips since she was on auto pilot now, and moved my hands up to her chest so that I could squeeze her swaying tits. ‘Ohhhh, Ryan. I’m cuuuuuumming,’ Carmen cried out completely lost in the moment. I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples hard, which only spurred on her passionate cries. Carmen bucked and squirmed, her body dancing lewdly on my cock as she came again. My cock was thrusting in and. The clouds were ever so gray and the wind gave the trees reason to dance.“I guess I know what will make this afternoon cozier,” he said, making for his wardrobe. Passing his mirror, he caught sight of himself again, 5 foot 8, 62 kilos, with long brown hair,dark eyes and a slightly freckled face. Just a bit of weight around his butt area, but no one really would notice it. The doors swung open. A perfect pattern of plains and colors drew the distinction between Alex and Alexia. Without.