"I leant further forward; holding her ankles in my hands and opening herlegs to allow me reach my head down and kiss her as I fucked her."Look at me S...phie, look at me as I fuck you Sophie; tell me that youlove me Sophie, tell me that you want to be the best little wife a girlcan be for your man."Her mascara had run from her crying and her lip-stick slightly smudgedfrom the blow-jobs that she had performed; her eyes were wide open in alook of almost fatalistic acceptance and defeat. She looked. What a pair we make. I am the openly bisexual son of an Arab-American businessman and a Jamaican-American schoolteacher. I am uncircumcised, and a proud Muslim. And I’m in love with a gorgeous Irish-American woman who’s a staunch catholic, an aspiring executive, and a member of the U.S. Army National Guard. My beloved lady cherishes me and has no desire to convert to Islam. Ever. And I don’t want her to. My parents, a Catholic and a Muslim, made it work. Somehow, Patricia Jenkins and I are. He caught Miss Harman’s eye and could see that she was also very annoyed with him. Rightly so he knew. Miss Castle did have some sympathy for the caretaker. He was good at his job, and was a good find after a string of poor caretakers came and went. That was why she was having the discussion in the Nurses Station. She was trying to contain the matter but still to deal with it. Mind you she also had a thing herself for Miss Harman and was using the situation for her own ends as well. Miss Harman. April was about three feet above the water, two feet from the side, arcing down toward the deep-end. I took a few steps, jumped up in the air, and did a cannonball to splash a group of my cousins. That got them taking off as much as they felt comfortable and jumping in after me. Some were nude, others in underwear.One of my girl cousins, that I didn’t get wet, screamed out that she didn’t see April. She wasn’t in the deep end.“Throw me, Katie,” a dripping wet, nude, giggling April asked.“How?.