The first to move in was Colonel Abubakar Ibn Abbas, newly and precipitately promoted from Rifleman and being tutored in the art of being a gentleman ...fficer by General Mustapha. He had had some weeks of intensive coaching at the General's own home, and managed to fit in pretty well. To survive in any army in the world as a Rifleman needed some ability to adopt protective colouring; to survive for fifteen years in the Royal Kobekistani Army without a promotion demanded chameleon-like qualities.. This, I hoped, would drive you wild, and it did, you had another massive orgasm.When we were done, I laid there and held you tight, as dad did, we fell asleep almost instantly, we slept for what seemed like hours.I woke up first, leaving you to sleep with the blindfold on. There was a place near our house that sold roses. I bought just one and came home and laid it near your arm and removed your blindfold.Later, I heard you crying, I went in and asked you what was wrong, you reached out and. The guy I thought loved me tossed me out like yesterday’s garbage. I was a wreck after Hassan dumped me. Nothing could console me, though I followed my daily routine as best I could. I went to class, I went to work and I took care of my son. Still, I was a ghost. I was in pain, and there was no one I could talk to. Solace came to me from the most unlikely of sources. I was hanging out at the Twelve Oaks Mall, sitting inside the food court, sipping on my drink and watching people go by. I felt. Saturday night came and I went over to Michelle’s. She was grilling two steaks and had on the skimpiest gym shorts I have ever seen. Her small ass cheeks were plain to see and I could make out the outline of a skimpy bikini under the flimsy fabric. She had on a white shirt that was unbuttoned down to her waist. Her very small tits barely filled her bikini top. A lot of very tall women are very flat chested, but the thing with them is their tits are really firm and the nipples stand out like.