My sexy, strong grandpa has just started to get my pussy wet. When I shiver, he notices and smiles. He pulls me back in closer and kisses my lips soft...y. I tease him when my tongue darts into his mouth. I wrap my arms around him and our lips keep going. His hands move down my waist and start rubbing the special spot in my jeans. I make a little noise which convinces him I’m ready. He starts to unbutton my jeans. I let him, the sexual tension is rising. I don’t want to wait but I know that he. Satisfied I pick up my books again. Abdellah Taïa, a Moroccan writer who writes about a young gay in Tangier and Paris. I brought the French version and the Dutch translation to freshen up my rusty French. When I doze off, Arhur comes to call me for lunch. He must be the youngest servant, someone who does all kinds of odd jobs. Around eighteen years old, particularly beautiful dark skin and a handsome face. A washed-out t-shirt and thin khaki pants, through which I see the contours of his cock.. When he opened them, he found her smilingly lying beside him, kissing his forehead & eyes & playing with his curls. Seeing him staring at herself she asked “was I good?” “Very” he replied putting an arm around her.It was at this moment he realized for the first time that he was nude & she was still clothed. For a second he hesitated and as if she had read his mind, that very moment she covered his body with her pallu. Suddenly his heart was full of love for her. Then he remembered his question. Raven leant backwards slightly until she was resting on a dresser opposite my bed, as soon as she touched it she lifted herself up onto it, kicking off the clothing tangled around her legs and placing one, still stiletto clad foot on the dresser beside her leaving the other to dangle down freely so her glistening pussy was now bared for me to see. I watched the lubrication dribble slowly down the crack of her ass, mystified, she seemed dissatisfied though and gracefully climbed off the dresser.