Abdul saw himself in a small town nothing like his native Jordan. Treeswere everywhere, and grass filled the open countryside. Residents rodearound in...strange-looking vehicles the locals called "cars". Theresidents were clean-shaven, and Abdul himself couldn't believe his beardwas gone. Then he noticed a nearby mirror. Staring into it, Abdul sawhe was no longer himself. His body was far smaller and younger, about 15years of age, still with his usual Arabic features. But it was fardifferent than. Again, Coral paused in her description and gave her friends a serious look:?I tell you, if I hadn’t already realised –which I had by the way- that my life would never be the same again, this would have clinched the deal. This was something I would not be giving up. For anybody. Least of all the pitiful wretch I’d consigned to the wardrobe to hear me fucked by a better man-stroke-boy. ?Right away I knew that Nigel, whether he liked it or not –and I knew he didn’t go much on the former- would. She continued this for a while but my tenseness never grew to a point of release. After about ten or fifteen minutes she stopped and asked, “Was that OK?” I assured her it felt great which it had. We both relaxed with our heads back on our pillows and held each other close with her head on my shoulder and my hand on her naked ass. I loved the feel of her naked ass and was gently rubbing her buttock and sliding the palm of my hand down to her thigh and back up again. I ran my fingers lightly. "Why preacher man, what are you doing here?" Joan cried in mock surprise.She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her skirt higher, her hand working at her excited cunt."Do you want to look at it?" she said, removing her hand."I want to suck it. Please, please..."Joan held her skirt high with both hands. "Why, Reverend, you're a naughty, naughty man." she said.Her cunt was covered with curly hair several shades darker than her blonde head, and it was wet, decidedly wet. She stepped away.