In the confusion of half–sleep he gradually discerned the muezzin’s call.Khozem rolled from the bed as he tried to capture remnants of his dream. ...n his white cotton pajamas, he dizzily stumbled to the bathroom and had a good look in the mirror. He thought about trimming his beard and plucking some of his nose hairs. Rather than rushing to the big mosque on campus, he decided to say prayers in his room. Out of the faucet sputtered a rusty sprinkle. He recited aloud:“In the name of Allah The. Mac whistled and complimented them on their choice of clothes. He had arranged for one of the policemen to drive them to his favorite Italian restaurant where they had a pleasant meal with a couple of bottles of wine.On the ride home, he and the two women sat in the back. Both women snuggled next to him, each of them placing a hand gently on his thigh with his arms around their shoulders. As they rode quietly, he suddenly felt Tess's hand moving higher. He squirmed, trying to dissuade her from. Lizbeth and me started again the search for the third segment of the triangle.At first it was no more promising than our earlier search for the perfect couple; perhaps it was because we looked in some of the same places. There were always a few single women in the swinging scene—usually divorced, or sisters or cousins of someone. To see if there was any hope here we got ourselves invited to some swinging singles parties. The first two we attended didn't turn out to be much; either the women. We had a few rounds and danced a little. She was definately enjoying the attention of both of us. Flirting, complementing her, and rubbing on her while dancing. Soon we asked her if she wanted to go somewhere a little more private. There was no way she was going to say "no" since you had your hand on her pussy and she had hers on mine. I am sure she thought she was in a fantasy as we walked out the door. While I drove you sat in the back seat with her warming her up. She was ready to start in.