.i was in the heaven …i move forward and dig my face in her choot..i was rubbing my nose n lips on her cunt …..her clear pussy as clear as a mirro... ..without a single hair on it ..i started kissing on her pussy and the ares near it .but didn’t licked her pussy ..her les were wide apart I could see her pusy getting so wet that ..some love juice was dropping on her ass hole ..i stood up and it was strange feeling for me ..she held my tool in her hand ..and started rubbing it..my god I have. He has called our Prophet an epileptic, and his God a narcoleptic, and I would submit to this board that we expel the individual on the spot for flagrantly misinterpreting the Qu’ran, for it is not about damnation and hellfire. The All Mighty does not slumber while the tragedies of life continue.Allah did not create Islam through the seizures of his Prophet. Islam is about our full and total submission to Allah, the one and only God. The world is his footstool. It is about beauty, honor, and. ‘Yes I would,’ I said, putting my hand on his bare thigh, not noticing the livid scar on the other, my eyes riveted to his still big prick lying up against his stomach. ‘Carol works ten till four at an office on B sector, Monday to Friday and I’m here all day,’ he said. ‘Well most days unless I get a call out. I do house electrics though there’s not so many jobs now that most of the houses have been occupied.’ ‘I’d like that,’ I said. ‘Shit! Look at the time!’ The clock on the side read half. Trish had driven to Wales and indeed had driven the car everywhere while we were there; she loved the automatic car but she had a three hour drive back to Newcastle later in the day and I insisted she rest. So we were able to have some lunch at home before she set off."Don't forget, Allan," she smiled, as she settled into her car, "if a pretty young thing hits on you, go for it! It's an order!" Same for you. Don't feel guilty if you have another fling with Tim."Her face clouded briefly before.