Aunt Lubna did not forget to call and remind me of my promise to visit in June. On Sunday morning, I was riding in a bus to Aqaba. I was there at noon...I should have expected Aunt Lubna and my cousin Rana to be waiting for me at the bus terminal. When I stepped out of the bus, I was greeted by the hot air burning my face in that noon of the hot and humid town. We hugged and kissed on the cheeks. I was relieved when I got in my aunt's air conditioned car. Soon, we were in the air conditioned. I was rudely awakened before the sun came up bysomeone tugging on my shoulder and saying get up. It was Aunt Betsy andshe didn't look all that happy."Get up you lazy girl," is what I thought her say. Had to be my sleepinduced haze. I have never gotten up before the sun and never trulyawake until I've had at least one cup of coffee. A slap on the side ofmy head made some of the Sandman's dust leave my brain."Wha....what time is it?" I mumbled."Past five and you slept through the alarm. Get. They watched Wensta covered in blood, leaving his father’s room and running down the passageway. They could clearly see a young lady waiting 50 yards ahead of him beckoning him to move faster. Kalalal who had been standing in a doorway diagonally opposite to her father’s room flashed behind Wensta at blinding speed, stabbed him in the kidney, grabbed his neck from behind then slashed his throat, and as he slowly collapsed with bubbling blood pouring from his neck she stabbed him forcefully. . I could feel his tongue wanting more, reaching more, seeking the inside of me. I could feel the roughness, as he licked and wiggled his tongue into me, feeling his cold nose against my naked body, hitting my pleasure spot as he reached in deeper, with his tongue, lapping as far as he could go, tasting my juices. His body was straddled over mine and his belly fur was tickling my nipples.I could feel my body reaching and straining to get him into me deeper and harder, needing more, feeling my.