Patel’s fully engorged manhood, I felt Mr. Patel’s warm mouth engulfing a couple of inches of my erection. The taste of his crotch was intensely a...luring. I licked the moisture in the warm area between his upper thighs. Allowing his foreskin to return to full sheath, I orally explored the inside his foreskin. There was joy as I traced his glans with my tongue. The deeper my mouth took him in, the further I sensed my own raging arousal disappearing into his moist oral cavity.Mr. Patel and I. I remember my mother fearing for my father’s well-being. My father is by no means the most religious man in the world. He married a Black woman who’s a staunch catholic, and sent his mixed-race son to Boston College High School. An all-male Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. My dad taught me about Islam, but I was never obligated to follow its teachings. My mother insisted that I be raised catholic and in our household, my mother’s word was law. So much for the stereotype that. "I don't know about everything" said Maria, "and if this is about having sex tonight the answer is no". "Why!" Exclaimed Stephen in frustration. "I'm just tired dear", "but it has been over two weeks!" "I know but you'll just have to wait longer". "I don't want to wait any longer, I'm incredibly pent up and frustrated". Maria had had enough of his argument and snapped. "That's enough. We are not having sex tonight and that's final!". She speeds towards the bed in a huff turns over and turns her. “That’s fair,” he said, dividing his gaze between her face and her breasts. “So it’s your call—cover up or show me. Which do you want?”She knew. His stare was holding her in thrall; he was as good as stripping her himself. Without breaking a second of eye contact she peeled the shirt away from her body. Then she reached behind and unclasped the brassiere; his eyes were intent upon her as it sprang free of her skin. God, this is so slutty … She held the garment there a moment, its straps loose.