Often either of us would hide and spring out or sneak up and try to wrestle the other to the floor and make him surrender and beg for release. This ha... always been a fairly innocent activity but the last time Mike had sprung on me it was from behind my bedroom door and he hustled me over to my bed and wrestled me down on to it. He leapt on top of me, pinning me face down, and wrapped his arms round me and, seemingly by accident, groped my breasts with one hand and held me at lower tummy level. She is smiling at me looking at her, she did put some make up on, but not too much, she kept it simple like I like it. a Red Bikini Top covered her large breasts, the pictures I had seen before did not do them any justice at all, they were much larger in person. Either the room was cold, or she was already excited, her nipples almost pushed through the fabric of the bikini top. She stood up as I walked closer to her, she reached her arms out to me, and we hugged one another hello."Its so nice. . ? He remembered some of his fantasies about the young wife he had watched so many times. Hell! He felt almost as if he knew her.God damn! Just my luck! Nothing going on down there! Fred was just turning away, then he saw her come into the bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. She carried a large vanity mirror, the double-faced kind with a stand, one side of which magnified the image. Setting the mirror aside, the lovely blonde shrugged out of her filmy, frilly peignoir, and she was. There were no exits further down this long strip. There would be no further problems, he thought, for finally he was going home to partake in the Kaa’bah again with all its glory, to be part of his people again, and to see his son again, a miracle to behold, a male to preserve his line for generations.He longed to feel the embrace of his wife behind closed doors. Every grain of sand surrounding the stretch of road, every deformed rock reminded him of days when life was for the pursuit of Allah.