' he left the questionhanging in mid-air. 'No! No! I want to see that big beauty in action!' Ilaughed! 'You first!' Hafida looked positively pan...c stricken as he moved his left kneebetween her thighs, pushing them apart so he could kneel between them. Hehooked her legs over his elbows and lifted them high, putting his handsnext to her shoulders. Hafida said one of the few words of Arabic Iunderstand. 'Astafirullah!' (God forgive me....) and closed her eyes. Thewaiter leaned forward a. A while later I heard the knocking I ran down to open the door. Not realizing I was shirtless I opened the door and his tall middle aged self looking down at me, he knew he was at the right place. With my mind in a blur I grabbed his hand inviting him in, he asked if anyone was home which I replied no. He sighed in relief. As we got to my room he got a look at me, I could tell he was pleased as he came in for a kiss. I had never kissed anyone, but it felt good. His tounge rubbing against mine. Think of it this way; it will seem much less painful without the balls. Watching you in pain never did much for me anyway. I?d far prefer to see you without those balls and I might even finally feel some comfort for how much I?d like to see my dead husband that way. You have no idea how often I?ve dreamed of cutting his off and feeding them to the dogs, the filthy two timing bastard! I?ll see you without your precious jewelry, and imagine him there. Oh yes, I certainly will think that. . I also bought some pink nail polish.This is one of the repressions during my hetero relationship, she would never allow me to do anything that was considered “girly” and always told me to “man up” that’s why the abundance of pink, I went all out. Just looking back now that was a pretty toxic relationship.I was pretty happy with my new clothes, I have a very slim body and lack significant facial and body hair, I always hated that about me, but now I feel thankful for it.Next thing on my list was.