That night I sat on the couch waiting. She came in smiling and told me that she had parked the car and did the exact same thing and this time when she...bent down to pick up the files that she had tucked under the seat her dress rod up, revealing her ass and at that point she felt a pair of hands grab them, she laid there nervously and the man rubbed up against her, commenting on how nice of an ass he had. She looked back at him and thanked him she told me that his name was B and that she could. So I have to do it ... I have to show my dedication to Him.”“So you think this is actually God’s work?” Checks Renae.“I don’t know ... All I know is it feels like God’s work.” Shrugs our guest.“Do you think you’ll enjoy it?” Asks Renae.Fatima half shrugs. “If it’s Allah’s will, I will ... If not, that’s Allah’s will to, so I’ll be happy either way.”“If you’ll forgive my ignorance ... You don’t look like a hardcore Islamist who’s ready to do anything for your God...”Fatima isn’t offended,. Masterfully, he carried her to the bedroom, and laid her prone. Naked, he stood before her. His expression assertive, and his muscular body pumped by their exertion, it left her awestruck. If the visual spectacle was not enough, the expectation made her ache. Throwing her arms up, she opened her legs for him. Her provocative invitation, she knew she could not contain him. Coupled again, the draft of his length filled her completely. The fluid momentum of his powerful body consumed her. . I still have Martha and ofcourse Edward, but it isn't the same without you Will. Chicago isn't the same without you!' He gave me half a smile and caressed my face with his hand whiping my tears while looking at me lovingly 'I've missed you to dude' we continued to stare at each other until his hand dropped to my waist and he ghasped 'Martin! When was the last time you had a meal!' I blushed 'Um..I just had one of those cups with ramen noodles...' He frowned 'I mean a real meal...' I hesitated.