..Sumaya leans against the backyard wall of her parents house. She's eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of college boys on the other side...of the fence. Sumayas parents house is right next door to a community public park and the only thing separating her from having access to the park is a low fence. Sumaya listens to the boys talking about exams, and about their teachers, and she realizes they're college students. Sumaya is able to distinguish five different voices, and she. I am too quick for you, and move away, denying you for the moment.We are sliding together in a horizontal dance of passion.I am now increasing the speed of my strokes up and down your back, moving my fingers at the same pace between us, your wetness allowing us to glide together in a controlled frenzy.You arch your bottom again, more insistent this time and softly say, “Please.”As I finish my rapid downward stroke along your back I pause and position my fingers so they are just touching your. Of course, I figured our sex cult of Venus worship would advance civilization and, at the same time, drag women up to the level of men in the importance of daily living.One thing I wanted to do was to give the Egyptians an incentive to become the bread-basket of the known world a few thousand years earlier than it had happened in my time line. I figured that tying everybody together in an interdependent trade exchange, and using a common language, would prevent the rise of conquerors such as. ..she loved it! She started to look forward to the nights when Mom would coke herself into oblivion and she and Dad could fuck their collective brains out. Didn't last too long though. Mom woke up and caught them in the act. Damn was she pissed. She took a lamp to Dad's head and he barely got out before she killed him. Mom never seemed like she loved her again. She took care of her, but never smiled or kissed her again. She could feel that the love was gone. At sixteen, she took to the.