"Oh, God!" she whimpered with relief, pushing the door open for her mother then following her outside."We're out," Ruth sighed. "We're going to make i...!" Hurry, Mother. This is a bad section. Let's walk fast." Maybe we can find a taxi." I'd rather find a policeman," Paula said. "I never thought I'd be looking for a policeman, but one or two of them would sure be a welcome sight right now." There goes a cab," Ruth said, breaking into a trot and calling, "Taxi... taxi!" He can't hear you." Damn. I told her how excited it made me when she told me about her experience and how that gradually led me to suggest that I'd like to see her fuck other men."So the fantasy was one thing but the reality entirely different, huh?" Yeah, I guess that's part of it." I didn't mention anything about being shocked at the way she and Joey were making love rather than just fucking like some guy would fuck a prostitute. I couldn't get one image out of my mind; Charlene on her back with Joey between her. Slowly he reached out and felt to his sides. On one side he felt a washboard stomach covered with course curly hair. He slid his hand down and was able to latch on to a long thick uncut throbbing prick. Hardy new right away it belonged to Midnight. He began to gently stroke it up and down while he explored the foreskin with his thumb.With his other hand he reached out and felt some woolen fabric. It didn’t take him long to follow the fabric down and reach under Kilts kilt and begin to massage. The two women walked to the reception room of the Sheik’s house where he was entertaining the French army captain Le Brun. The old lady handed Mary the food and shooed her into the room. Three pair of male eyes focussed on her. Sheik Omar was sitting on a couch on one side of the room while Captain Le Brun, the French army officer, and another soldier were sitting on the one opposite of him. A table with mint tea and glasses in between them. Water pipes or shisha bubbling. The evening breeze.