I took my hands to the back to check it. Our fingers slightly brushed. I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. I started sweating, and my full b...dy was covered in sweat.I quickly moved away from him and turned to face him. My shirt was just sticking to my body because of sweating, making my boobs even more obvious. His eyes roamed from my lips to my boobs to my pussy. It was as if he was eye-fucking me again and again.I felt naked and tightly pressed both my arms against my boobs when my. As her moans and deep breaths continued so did my fingers ,I finally whispered that I wanted to fuck her. As she pushed up hard against my hand she cried out “do it, yes do it to me”.She let go of my head drawing my hips against her when she felt my cock penetrate her.From then on it was a ball slamming ,hip slapping path to full pleasure. It didn’t take long until we both started cumming together until her orgasm ended and she laid still sucking on my neck. She began whispered in my ear that. Jill burst into a peal of laughter. "Sarah, Eddie's being mean. I'll tell you about it. This thing is called television. I don't have a clue how it works, but it can show you things that happened in other places and other times." What, any place and time?" Sarah jumped on that — could this thing show her how her family was?Eddie made the connection too. He knew how strongly she was connected to her family, and he still felt bad for not taking her on that walk her had promised and then chosen. When we text we both still had the urge to fuck but we killed our thoughts. I felt it is bad for her since she was married and also a mother. The last time I fucked her for the last time just a day before her marriage, that was the best part of our ‘just-sex relationship’. I took permission from her that day about writing this story here and she asked me to write by changing her name.We usually find Muslim girls less social. But trust me, talk to a Muslim girl next time, it could be your.