They filled my hands completely and felt so juicy. I massaged her boobs, then rolled her nipples between my fingers and pinched on them softly. It mad... her anxiety melt into thin air, giving space for lust to come in. From her expressions, I could make out that she was enjoying every moment of the action.Then I pulled up her hijab further more above her breast and kissed her right boob. I dropped her long hijab above my head to cover my sucking actions from her. Without me looking at her face,. . . It just made me so uncomfortable. We’d been talking about the homeless in Sunday School just the week before, and I’d been so self-assured about my attitudes about these people. I close my eyes tight and try to clear my mind of all thoughts. This has just got to work. I must have drifted off to sleep, because time seems to have passed before I am jolted awake. I have no idea what woke me this time. Angel is gone now. Who knows where she must have found more security. I must have failed her. She wanted to feel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she knew.Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried about the reality not living up to the dream. She persisted though, and this night ... this cool October evening had been their first. After a minute he looked at Paul and nodded. "OK. I'll do it," he said reluctantly.Paul smiled. "Great. I'll make the coffee. You bring donuts; cookies would be fine, too. Now then, I don't want you wearing those glasses anymore. If you want, you can go to a drugstore that has reading glasses. Choose one quarter diopter strength, but don't pay more than ten to fifteen dollars. You may not need them for more than a couple of weeks."He tapped the keyboard to save David's file and settled back in.