It was a white guy with a fully bearded face, dressed in a gentleman suit.– maybe your prophet did not teach you to treat a woman nice but lemme do ...hat part –– get lost you punk, or you will be next –The thugs threatened him but he smiled as if it was a joke.– Well, why not we sort out who will be next to…whom? –The thugs left me and ran at the guy. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what would happen to him.I heard people screaming, I heard punches and slaps…I heard a gunshot…silence…then. So during the course of our discussions, I used to always remind her that whatever we do it should be between us and it’s good for both of us and her new baby. To change the topic, I asked her how many times Mustaq fucks her daily, she said 3 times. Every day when he comes back from work and then after dinner or she wakes him in the night. Sometimes in the mornings after they finish their prayers, She added that she also suck him in the night when he is asleep and then she will fuck him sitting. And so the evening began.Our mouths met in a passionate meshing. I had an arm around each of them and slid my hands along their backs, down to their rounded buttocks and back again, delighting in feeling the thin cloth slip and slide over their bodies. Stella leant in to me and began a gentle nibbling and pecking around my neck, throat and earlobe. I turned to her and our lips locked. She had a fuller mouth then Liv and her tongue was tiny and fluttering against mine. I swapped between the two. I smile at you and toddle back to my desk. I check my emails and there is one from Timmy and two from Sarah. The stories and detailed messages are as good in content as some of the stories I have been reading. Sarah’s two describes in detail what she would like to do to me as we are both in a crib together for our nap. While I am still not sure if I would like to go as far as she suggests with another woman, her description gets me hot and bothered. I feel myself dripping into my diaper..