The cripples displayed their deformities for spare change. She found a café in the middle of a short block. The male patrons in the front sections fe... on bread and an assortment of spicy meats. Curtains were drawn over the family section stocked with women and children. She indulged in a chicken kabob before meeting Khozem who had been saying prayers in the Kaa’bah.At home they read books, most of which were interpretations and commentaries on the Holy Scriptures. They lived in an apartment. I asked her about my fantasy about her sucking a stranger's cock on the beach while I watched. We had discussed various ways of doing it, and we both knew that if we really wanted to do it, it would be easy. Last year, she could have waved the guy over who was watching her blow me, but she whispered that she didn't want to. He had come upon us as she was blowing me in a clearing. I have to admit I saw him coming, but for some reason I didn't stop Judy until he had seen her enthusiastically. He smiled again. "You look a little stuffy in that towel too. I think you should take it off." He winked at me and looked down at my chest. I hesitantly removed the towel from around my body. "Ahh, that's so much better." He leaned over and put his hand on my thigh. I gasped at his approach, and I could hardly take my eyes off of his member. He repeated his question again. "Do you like what you see, baby?". Whatever, I thought. I hadn't been with a man in at least 8 months, and my vibrator. "S... stop..."She insisted that her hand stop, but her thoughts kept spinning around and around without having any effect, like they were stuck in a dick... no, ditch, some kind of wonderful hot wet ditch. Was she secretly telling her fingers to press forward like this, or was her hand on a mission of its own? Her fingers varied the pressure and the length of the strokes between her legs, sometimes soft and light, sometimes harder, with more pressure... She moaned more loudly, unable to keep.