My mouth tasted the thin, salty sweetness of trickling blood, but since I was not a vampire, I swallowed it down without nourishment or delight. I k...ew there was a reason why Katia did not cry and I knew it was because my little lover was cumming. This girl had abundant vaginal juices to squirt and she was cumming terrifically as I tongue-fucked her pussy with all my might.Well, maybe not ‘all’ my might. I did after all have a pussy to attend to between my legs. My hips bucked up as Kathie. Her husband is out of town and she can’t apply it herself as her hands hurt when she tries to touch her back.I thought twice if there was any other way possible but could not think of any. I offered to apply the ointment for her. But she did not respond initially. So I thought she must be hesitant. I told her it is only a treatment which she needs to get rid of the pain.She replied the pain is not letting her sleep. So she was fine with me applying the ointment. She laid down on the sofa and. "That will not be necessary. The other girl will not race this week; she was in an accident." That's good, isn't it, Daddy?" Abigail felt hope in her heart that she might win this race and please her father."Probably. I mean, if she isn't there for the regional competition, the rest of her team will be upset and we stand a good chance to beat them, finally." Coach Bushman felt some little hope as well. As the head swim coach of the Memorial Soldiers, he desperately wanted to win against the. If you ask me, I wonder what took them so long. My father holds a master's degree in business from Howard University in Washington D.C. He's half Black and half Arab and has lived in the United Arab Emirates for half his life. He married a gorgeous Iranian woman named Delkash Hamideh and they had me. A proud Arabian woman of mixed African and Iranian descent. My mother, Delkash Hamideh Al-Shariff is a graduate of the University of Ottawa. She has a Ph. D in Psychology. These days, she has a.