It was barely a movement, just a slight adjustment to anyone else, but it opened up a whole new world to my gaze. I could see the silky smoothness up ...er upper thighs, her satin pink panties, and, unless it was my imagination, a small wet spot soaking through. I felt a lump in my throat and turned back to the sheikh's melodic droning, my heart pounding in my chest. A moment later I heard a soft cough. Turning back, I saw that her hand had moved from the top of her Quran to her legs and she was. “Then he told me to sit on his desk and ordered me to spread my legs wide for him. I did it very slowly, making him wait…He ran his fingers across my cunt, spreading my wetness all around. I thought I was going to scream, I wanted his tongue on me, without losing more time…Stuart must have read my mind because before I knew it, his face was buried in my pussy, licking away at me. He stuck his fingers in me and start to finger fuck me hard. I moaned because it felt great but I wanted his cock in. By now, my pre-cum has made most of my fingers wet and slippery, and I make only the slightest of movements over that special spot (that cleft) on the underside of my cock head; and even though very small are the movements, the pleasure it creates is exquisite; and it is at such moments as this that I reaffirm that jerking off is far, FAR better (for me!) than any previous experience of intercourse I've ever had---and it isn't that I do not love my wife. I do love her. It's just that when it. I was beginning to think of Amy as more than a project, she had potential to be a true lover and partner in life. Dressed in an evening gown with high end heels and airbrushed makeup, Amy was trans sexuality weaponized, confident now and daring, seductress and slut. Then she left. "I met someone, he plays basketball at school. Thank you and I love you, but he is what I need." C'est la vie, youth is wasted on the young. I will admit that this young man would be appealing to Amy, two triple.