At first, all I care about is your asshole, and I lightly rim you until I can tell you're about to get off the phone. I ease off, and you spin around ...ith lust all over your face. "You asshole!" you say to me. "No, your asshole," I smirk back. With that, I lift you up out of the tub and carry you to the bed, but instead of throwing you back on it, I sit you down on the edge and roll you over so that your knees are on the floor and your ass is bent over the mattress, and then I dive back in.. I stared at him for a moment, as he knelt in front of me, smiling. I smiled back at him, a reflex action, I guessed, and saw something new in his face. His look changed, it wasn’t friendly like before, but more focused on me. He seemed to be looking inside me, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I sat up a little, with his help, immediately feeling a slight buzz of excitement as his hands held my arms, to brace me. He looked tired. I unconsciously moved my hand, not noticing that I was. I mentioned something about a standard fee for such clothing. She smiled. Oh? she replied, and whats that? I looked up at her, calm as day, but aching within. A taste. She tilted her head and rolled her eyes slightly in mock subjugation. Oh well, if I really have to. She moved forward then, leaning her blue panties toward me. I promptly let her shirt hang in the mouth of the dryer as I smiled and reach out with my fingers and pulled aside her panty enough to see her wonderful pussy. Amid the. Still got a big Somali forehead, he laughed. Laughing, I tried to push away from him but he held me kind of tight. He wasn’t the scrawny dude I remembered from our school days that’s for sure. The new and improved Omar had muscles. Nice ones. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. You can let me go now, I smiled. Right after I do this, Omar said, then he kissed me. To say that Omar’s kiss surprised me would have been the understatement of the decade. Know what else was surprising? The.