I was instantly excited to see that.Tomas told me a little about the father of that baby; that his name was Omar, and that he was from Zambia, that he...was the husband of two wives and nine c***dren, and, interestingly enough, that he was also a Muslim, like me! So, when Tomas asked me if I'd be interested in getting his wife pregnant again, and though it sounded more dream-like than real, I said I would definitely be VERY interested (as long as he was okay with that, himself)!Over the next. You know..she’s one of the girlie-girls..these guys usually have good taste’, insisted Al“Ok..ok…who’s coming with me…Harry ?”, I asked because I never went to these things alone“Yeah..I’ll send Harry. He’ll keep them clean”, Al answered smilingNext thing I know, I’m with Harry in his big car and we’re driving to the Midtown Hotel, another mob hangout. I have to say here that these guys were ok with me. They never tried anything or if they tried, they stopped when I said stop. They wanted a. Sam agreed only because it was Friday night and she needed a night off, she just had to go home and get ready so we agreed to meet up at the bar a couple hours later. The bar we chose to meet up at isn’t far from the campus but its not one students usually frequent so we didn’t have to worry about other students bugging us. I got there a little early so I waited outside for her; the night was warm so I didn’t mind. “You didn’t have to wait outside for me you know” Sam said with a chuckle. “I. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip was fully justified in every notion. Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the limousine’s interior… my instincts yearning to cradle that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel those strong inviting arms surround my frame… It was all I could take. I lunged for her lips with my own… colliding against hers in breathless desire. I.