Her Tai Chi practice had been, of course, in the privacy of her parents' courtyard, since she was always naked or nearly so when she practiced. Now, a...ter a shower and a leisurely breakfast, she guessed she'd timed her exit from her parents' house correctly when it was clear that Friday morning prayers were over. Small groups of men and a few women wove through the narrow streets on their way to other things. She walked toward the souk, the central market area of the little Moroccan town.She. Then she told me that she wants to have an intercourse I was little worried and said her that I won’t do it as I don’t have condom.She insisted to do it but still I said no then she said me if I don’t do it she will tell everyone and reminded me the condition then with no option I had to do it I made her lie on the bed and spread her legs and climbed on her and came to missionary position then she guided my penis to her pussy and I gave a push and it slipped and after trying again the top of. It reflected the house.She’d been very surprised to find on the inside of this prison-like home, a beautiful U-shaped house, all the rooms facing a spacious center rock garden and patio. Most rooms had huge windows. The living area had floor to ceiling glass walls that slid on railings to open the house to the garden.Terra cotta tiles covered the floors of the entry hall and the kitchen. Everywhere else had beautiful, polished wood floors. Like her room, the furniture was all modern-rustic,. The voice seems to coming deep out of her chest, her nasals. Her body was shaking in an uncontrollable manner with every nibble, bite and touch of her son, who was now moving his tongue from her nipples toward her stomach. She knew where it was heading. She quickly removed her shalwar. Nawaz was massaging her pussy hair now and at the same time inserted his one finger inside the cunt. He was rotating it – round and round. The pleasure was getting unbearable. Nawaz had now stuck his tongue.