He began moving his hand, in and out, in and out. My breath started increasing as the motion increased in speed. I was scared, but I didnt want him to...stop. It just felt so good. With each thrust, Damon added a finger. Soon his entire fist was forced into me, before continuing to ram into me. I was on the verge of cumming when Damon retracted his hand, which was now spattered with my feminine juices. He removed his black T-shirt and slacks, as well as his shoes, underwear and socks, leaving him. There she was, in the middle of her king size bed, clutching the silk sheets to her chest, gasping for air, no sound passing through her lips as tears ran down her face. With no threat in her room, I turned to face her. "Ember?" she turned towards the sound of my voice, but her eyes were unfocused. "Marcus?" she whispered, her hand reaching out searching for my hand and finding it. Gasping she pulled me closer, sobbing she began crying out, "Again Marcus, it's happening again, the dreams, oh. I lived a pretty sheltered life, with strict arab muslim parents. Getting their permission was not easy but thankfully it came with persistence. At 20, this would be my first trip away to another country - away from the parents. Sad but true right? Abdi was an Ethopian arab speaking friend. It sparked off our uni friendship and its grown ever since. Its nice to have arabic friends here in London. He was a cool guy, very friendly. We landed in Amsterdam on a Saturday afternoon and having. I was working out the details in my head when we heard Jessica shout, “Hi grandma!”Heather jumped up, put on her T-shirt and mini skirt, and left the bathroom. As she closed the door for me she whispered, “Hide my bra and panties, please!”When I put on my clean clothes and came out into the living room my wife kissed me. I reached around behind her where my daughter could see and squeezed my wife’s ass cheeks playfully.My wife said, “Stop that! You can have it after the girls leave!” Then my.