It confused her as nothing else ever has, and yet she enjoyed it. Her pleasure was one of two certainties in this bewildering occurrence; the other be...ng Jordan. It was never anyone else. Just Jordan.As she was cleaning off the baby after his lunch, a baby she loved as much as life itself (partially because he was part of Jordan), she was thinking of everything in a jumble of thoughts that seemed to control the majority of her thoughts at least half of every waking hour. "Why is this happening?. The first time he massage just my ass cheeks. But this time, I think he didn`t want to miss his chance.Paul:"Mo frotte endan?[Should I massage inside?]"Me:"Partout[Everywhere]"He took a told of my underwear and remove it completely as well as the towel. I was butt naked in front of him. I just gave him the courage and green light to do anything to me. He poured some oil on my ass and started massaging. He then spread my cheeks. I was surprised a little. His thumb was rubbing against my ass. I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of only once every 10 days. The following is a list of why I didn’t succeed more often:We will wake the kids - 54 timesIt’s too late - 15 timesI’m too tired - 42 timesIt’s too early - 12 timesIt’s too hot - 18 timesPretending to be asleep - 31 timesThe neighbors will hear - 9 timesHeadache or backache - 26 timesSunburn - 10 timesYour mother will hear us - 9 timesNot in the mood - 21 timesWatching the late show - 17 timesToo sore - 26 timesNew. His journey spanned across thousands of years. Azrael’s travels were long and arduous – man’s path barely marked. Yet he envied the man walking solemnly through the dessert with the sun beating down on his face. He craved to know thirst, to feel joy and sorrow. How often he wondered what it felt like to mourn the loss of a loved one. To know what it feels like to have everything the dying held to be life slipping away. Azrael wanted to know love. He wanted to have her awoken at dawn by his.