I had brought her to three orgasms and had taken her virginity. We had fallen asleep together in my bed totally sated and exhausted. I started to awa...en slowly from my very deep and restful slumber. I was disoriented, but I knew it was Sunday and I had no reason to get up early. In the back of my mind I could feel a tingling in my cock. I must be dreaming. It’s so early. I feel like I have a hard on, but I must be dreaming after all that sex last night. The tingling, however, becomes more. .. would you tell Lucy why you don’t like talking about sex with your children?”“No.”“Would you tell Marcie?”“No.”Made sense. Luce and Mom are close, but they aren’t exactly giggling besties and I had already established that for whatever reason, Mom didn’t like Marcie“Would you tell me if there’s anyone you would tell the reason you don’t like talking about sex with your children to?”Whew. What a mouthful. But she answered straight away.“Yes.”“Is there anyone you would tell the reason you. Mmmm, beautiful! I stretched out on my bed and spread my legs, exulting that the time was at last at 'hand', and in the intensity of my sexuak arousal -- in my heart and soul, and in my dick: it had gotten hard as I flipped thru the pages of one of the girlie mags on the way back from Lake City. My wife had been on her period all week, and I had purposefully abstained from relieving myself, anticipating tonight, so he was really hard and young and full of cum, eager to 'get goin''! But I. Nagwa wasn’t even aware of the hand at first and when it began to move the tingle that ran up her leg seemed to get right to the core of her being and her body obligingly opened her legs for more. Nagwa did however protest when shefelt the tight waist band of the jeans go slack. It did her little good, Ahmad repeated his assurances that she was quite safe and soon she was stripped of her jeans, soaking panties and even her white socks. Nagwa had a slightly out of focus view of the top of.