My story start about days ago when i lave the work place on the Libyan desert and went to Spain for 2 weeks vacation, for me and how don`t know me i`m...just that guy how have normal look and crazy Thoughts and loot of c***dish and narcissistic behaviors and for many years i thought there`s no woman can make my feeling desire for her ,i spend may first week on nothing just on Tourism and shoppingand the next week i went to Granada and what a lovely city,i stayed on Asa Bombo hotel and as usual on. "Stop ... stop ... you can't do this." she gasped."Oh yes I can ... you are underage, and working as a common prostitute" I replied."No ... I haven't." Well I have witnesses that will swear that you took money in exchange for providing sexual services." I told her.She looked worried before she said "It's a lie officer." Who are they going to believe ... a common prostitute or a trusted citizen of this city?" I countered with.She started to cry. I let her stew for a couple of minutes before I. It was nice to have her work appreciated."Good morning." He let his hand slide over the flat of her belly, fingertip dipping into the navel she'd shaped over a long winter. "Feel like going again?"Jazmura was tempted. That phase of her mission was complete, but she would have to hold this form for three quarters of a year while the messiah gestated. She needed to do something while she waited and a constant shagfest seemed like a much better choice than macrame.Still, if she were going to keep. She rode me cowgirl, heaving and rotating, firm little black tits bouncing. I think they got bigger since we first met. She had her hair out, like a black storm cloud that filled the room, and she gripped my cock so tight I thought she was trying to crush me.I was sad she was leaving me, and glad too. But I wasn’t jealous when I thought of her with the other girl; I mean, two young women making love just seems cute and harmless compared to the way her and I fuck each other.I sat up and hugged.