I was wearing a pink tshirt, blue jeans, purple thong, pink sockies, and my new black and white Nike shox. He ripped my clothes off as soon as we were...in the room. I kicked the door shut while he stripped off his cloths.As soon as I saw his cock I was down on my knees. I slid my tongue all around the head of his cock till it was hard as a rock. It had to be nine inches long and was so thick I did not know if I could get my mouth around it."Mmm, that is a nice cock," I told him before slipping. " Part of me hoped that Alan's hopeful assessment was correct.Taken literally, Mohammad's rules would allow us to do exactly whatAlan said. But somehow, I knew Mohammad would not let us reject hisPrince's beliefs that easily. Alan, apparently, did not share my reservations. As the afternoonwore on, and the rest of us listlessly watched videos, raided thekitchen or retreated to the gym, Alan's outbursts become more and moreprofane. He abused Mohammad, lampooned Prince Sabir's sanity andmanhood,. He is just putting the finishing touches on his latest invention that he's going to call a battery. As with all the heroes of these stories, he dreams of adventure, and hopes one day to rescue a beautiful princess, who will be so grateful that she'll overlook his incredibly nerdy, and geeky appearance, fall in madly in love, marry him, and live happily ever after.He finishes his battery, and heads into the village to celebrate at the local tavern with a steak sandwich, and a large glass of. He'd bought her explanation that she just wanted to touch his cock. He believed she wasn't going to create a scene and demand that he fuck her. So he allowed himself to enjoy what she was doing, and he began unbuttoning her blouse.Jodie shivered with excitement. Craig seldom went that far. He'd played with her tits only a few times before. Now she caressed the long hot slab of his cock-meat while he removed her blouse and then her pretty lace bra. Her firm tits, the size of big g****fruits,.