“Sure, but first I gotta do something,” I replied. “OK what?” Will asked. Then I just came up to him and kissed him again on the lips, but for...20 seconds this time. “OK mom, I get it, you love me, I love you too, trust me. What's with you today?” Will asked. Then I brought him to my bedroom. We both sat on the bed and I took his hand, but that got him a little concerned though. “Wait, you didn't find out you have cancer or anything like that did you?” Will asked. “No, of course not, I just love. As the days passed, prayer with Aliya gradually became the center ofPaul's life. They prayed together five times a day, taking as little asten minutes or as much as a half hour or more. When it was time, Aliyawould get Paul's attention by make a "praying" gesture with her hands.Paul would nod and follow her to the musalla where they would face qiblaand go through their daily prayer rituals. No matter what else washappening, each prayer was thoughtful, unhurried, and with carefulintention. "Danielle," she called "go faster." I grabbed her thighs and started moving in and out of her with my tongue. I moved as fast as I could. Every now and then surprising her with two fingers as they plunged deeper. I felt the inside of her wall tighten as I moved faster. I watched her body react and become sweaty. Her movements were better than watching her as we danced once before. I got on top of her and pushed myself in to a 69 position. I didn't care if she touched me back but I had to taste. The apartment itself was a one bedroom. A small kitchen, and living room. The bathroom was in the bedroom. Jackson, towered over everything in the apartment, he towered over Jenna too."Come to me," he commanded. She smiled at him and walked over. He smiled down at her, not so much because of her beauty, but because of what he was about to do to her. He had thought out the scenario he wanted his next conquest to be like. Rough. Hard. Brutal. Jenna was lucky/unlucky enough to be his next.