"Robinson, of course. Who else do you think I have sucked?" she replied cheekily, and turned to her mother and asked, "Don't you agree, mother? You've...had both of them. And did my father taste like either of them?" I don't wish to discuss my sex life when I was with your father, either with you or with anyone else," Ayda replied haughtily."Oh, do tell," said the Emir, "You must have sucked a number of men during your life. Why don't you explain to Alima the differences?"Robinson was sure that. I would smell the footbed of her sandals and lick all were her feet would touch. She wore them so often you could see where her little toes would sit on the sandals from it getting worn out. I would suck on the part that got wedged in between her toes. Then I would rub my dick all over where her feet touched. EVentually I would jerk off huge loads of cum onto her sandals, then rub all of my cum into them so she coundn’t tell, and put them back in her room. The thought of my cum rubbing into. “Don’t worry about it” I say as you huff and puff before rolling over. “It happens to everyone” I tell you as I stroke your shoulder reassuringly. What I’m really thinking is ‘For gods sake, I really needed a really good fucking, and you’re not up to the task’ But I’d never say that because that would be mean and it wouldn’t help the situation any. I’m not nasty you see! I’m just a little needy sexually and I need a man that can keep up. What’s funny is that you talk the talk so well and you. She also wants him to put “Happy Thanksgiving” under the turkey. So the guy does it and it comes out looking great. The woman then instructs him to put a Santa Claus with “Merry Christmas” up on her left thigh. So the guy does it and it comes out looking good too.As the woman is getting dressed the guy asks, “If you don’t mind, would you tell me why you had me put such unusual tattoos on your thighs?”She said,” I’m sick and tired of my husband complaining that there is nothing good to eat.