Of course I hadn’t seen that many, but this one was certainly odd. It was long and thin. It was a little longer than Mr. Benson’s, but only about ...alf as big around. The weird part was it curved downward, like a banana. He brought it to my lips and pushed it into me.It curved down and went right into my throat as smooth as you would ever want to see. Deeper and deeper he went till my lips were kissing his brass colored pubic hair. His cock felt natural there, even though I couldn’t breathe. ”“You need to find a job. We need to be married. Money is too tight.”“I know all that.”“Are you upset because of something I did?”“It’s beyond our control.”“Have you been visiting the Kaa’bah? What happened to that?”“Everything falls apart. We spend most of our lives waiting for things that never come.”“What has happened to you? This is exactly what you wanted. We have the Kaa’bah around the corner, a place with me in the holiest city on Earth, and we’re getting married soon. Isn’t this what. ....As I finished my tea and cracker left payment and started to leave in a faint feminine voice behind me thought I heard “promise” followed by a giggle.... glancing behind me is a exotic young middle eastern lady beaming a bg grin smiling back I say be careful what you wish for!!!... walking into the morning sun it was a beautiful day in Hartlepool the smell of the ocean on a faint breeze blowing from the harbor bag in tow I looked towards a cabbie to take me to my new flat as I approached. (So much easier for cleaning up.) Slipping one on I settle back, slowly sliding my foreskin back to expose the sensitive tip. My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets.