So tight she had trouble getting me into her more than about a quarter of the way. By then she was beginning to cry, not in passion, but in pain and ...rustration. I should point out that I’m only about average in size, nothing like what you see in porn.“Damn it, go in me,” she cried. “Fuck, I need you in me.” She put more pressure down and about another inch slipped in. She cried out in pain and I was beginning to hurt, too. “I can’t do it, God damn it, I need cock and I can’t do it.” She. Next morning Mimi, Hassan, and I, wearing our Bedouin clothing, made our way to Bir el Findan. Hassan led two camels carrying the many empty goatskins that would be filled at the well. Rollo and the two Provincial Guards, Omar and Amal – I never did know which one was which – continued with the mapping in our absence.Rollo was surprised that Mimi and I were accompanying Hassan rather than assisting him, and I gave him an explanation.“There is no record of Mehmet Ali ever defeating a French. However good I am, I found out Roger is better and he took great pleasure in teaching me and my ass what it means to be a "sore" loser. It was a saturday afternoon and the bar was empty except for the bartender, a couple of regulars, and Roger. I was casually playing a game by myself when Roger started to heckle me from his lonely bar stool. He was mid-30s, starting to lose his hair, and had a little belly. I looked at him angrily and judged his lazy stubble, ratty clothes, and cocky. So thats where were at right now. Oh, that sucks, I aaid. The last thing your fiancé, needs right now is her dad being in the ER. As if her family hasnt been through enough already in just the last few months. Tell me about it dad, he said. But once we know whats going on, well call you guys later and fill you in. Okay? Okay, I said. Well be praying for Lila and her dad. You say hi to her for me, alright? Okay, well do dad, he said. Gotta go, love you. Love you too son, I said. Then he.