Traditionally they would all have been strangled, but the late Emir had not followed that tradition and so, perhaps, his son would not do so either.Th... new Emir went straight to the Throne Room which was rapidly filling as the news reached the various notables. Beckoning to Kamal Qumsiyeh, the ninety-one year old nominal Head of Protocol, the new Emir rapidly learned what the appropriate ritual was. Seating himself on the throne, he nodded to the Major Domo, who banged his mace on the floor.All. I had aclear image in my mind of Mike fucking my father in his man-made vaginawhile she wrapped her legs around him. I could hear the grunts andmoans and it was clear that this was good sex. Maybe better than any ofmy efforts over the past year or so.I enrolled at the college and attended my classes, but in downtimes Ikept thinking about my father, about Flicka. She had become in my minda kind of sex goddess. I know that this sounds really weird, maybe eventaboo as some kind of incest. She also was quite a lovely figure with her reddish-auburn hair, and her lycra running pants, capri style, and tee shirts. She normally did her morning 6 miles at a nearby lake with a good running path around it. Over a period of time she’d met various other runners and was a favorite on the lake scene in the mornings. There were both men and women who were there on a fairly regular basis to run. It’s how she knew Johnnie Marely, local handy man, city fireman, and general good guy. He even did. As well as missing out on what he claimed were two gorgeous lesbians doing each other for him and another guy, I also missed out on a another meeting with Juliet, as by the time my hangover had cleared on Sunday and John had managed to get me over there she had left, a new girl keeping him company. He had promised on the phone that this girl was even more adventurous though. ‘This is Angelina,’ John said leading me to the couch. Angelina was a bit plumper than the other girls I met through.