..Don’t bother to thank me ... I enjoy learning about and discussing history.This one is Compliment of J & HAn Arab and his SonA young Arab boy aske... his father: “What is that strange hat you are wearing?”The father said: “Why my son, it is a “chechia”. In the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.”“And what is the long flowing robe you are wearing?” asked the boy.“Oh, my son!” exclaimed the father, “It is very simple. This is a “djbellah”. As I have told you, in the. Again, there were pictures to back up her story. Those pictures, however, were kept in a closed, locked pocket in the back of the album. The husband got bolder. Carol got more turned on, wanting and needy. She fantasized about what it would be like to fuck him. Or what she would do if he brushed up against her with the bulge in his pants, how she might touch his bulging cock with her fingers or take it out of its confinement play with it. In short order, her fantasizing and needs, and his. “Well, I have to eat… and I feel like pizza tonight. B’sides, there’s a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal at my local pizza joint. Are you in?” I playfully inquired.“Sure… sounds good to me,” he countered.Once in my apartment, we were soon enjoying our meal with a glass of wine.Once we had consumed our meal I asked him about the specifics of his occupation.“Instead of telling you, why don’t I rather give you a demonstration,” he suggested.A tinge of excitement pulsed through my veins as I glanced at. She gasped and began to moan as I frigged her almost to orgasm. I stopped the movements just before she was able to squirt her hot come. As she again became aware of her surroundings I whispered in her ear that she was being watched. She responded by spreading her legs wider still, opening herself fully to the watching eyes and my probing fingers. Now that I was teasing more than just Gail, I was ready to escalate the game. I had her turn over so that she was face up. She checked out our.