I always had to bend over so that he could wipe me clean, and he always felt me there and pressed on my bottom. Then he began to make me bend o...er before he wiped me, and I could feel the smooth wet stickiness of his finger sliding along me. One night he pressed harder and I felt his finger tip go in me. He massaged my hole and smoothed his sticky cum over and in me. At first it hurt a little bit, but he always tried to be gentle and asked me if it was hurting too much. I always said. Shittttt, it make me feel more sexy lusty to see it. I pull his body up so his cock at my tits and he rub it against them and on my nipples. He look so sexy to see him do that. I put my fingers around his cock and slide up and down. His dick so hard and stiff now. He move up more and his cockhead at my lips. I open so he push his cock between my lips and then more deep to my mouth. My fingers still wrap around his cock and feel is wet now. He moaning too. And push hard deep to my mouth and. Perhaps she had borrowed it from a slightly larger sister, or even her mother.Standing in the line, Maria, as I continued to think of her, was directly across the table from me, maybe ten feet away. Had she been facing forward in the line, I would have had only a profile view of her, but she was turned partially toward me, away from the counter, so she could talk over her shoulder to her boy-friend, who I had begun thinking of as 'Jock', because he looked like one.As she swiveled her head from. Food stands roasted lamb and chicken logs on spits. She passed veiled women carrying shopping bags. The streets were unmarked. The main avenues, however, were labeled by old signposts under which taxi cabs inched forward in traffic.The neighborhood children tugged on her chador. 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 fed on bread and an assortment of spicy meats. Curtains were drawn over.