Chris felt himself trembling just a bit as she walked up the steps to Mrs.Canfield's door. But he had come this far, so he rang the bell.The door swun... open, and as Chris said "trick or treat." A sweet,grandmotherly woman of about 73 said, "Hello dear...please come in for amoment!"Chris remembered that his mother had told him never to go into strangers'homes....but something about this woman put him at ease. "Would you like somemilk and cookies?" she said. "Please sit down!'Chris did as he was. I thought of Somali women, being Muslim and all, as repressed when it comes to sexual matters. Well, that wasn’t the case with her. Not at all. You see, as we grabbed a bite and chatted, Halima pulled out a small notebook and showed me some of her erotica. That’s right, this hijab-wearing Muslim chick from Djibouti likes to write erotic fiction. I read her sexy story, the tale of a Muslim chick with a thing for well-hung men of other faiths, and I actually got turned on. When I finished reading. Waiting for me alreadywas Cindy, who sat in the CEO's chair wearing a trench coat. When Ilocked to door behind me, the coat came off and revealed her naked body.She was fairly pale, didn't go tanning like most of the other women inthe office who relied on sex appeal to get ahead. Her body was tight, noteven an ounce of fat. Wrapping my arms around her, she removed myclothing and we had sex right there on the table. She was good, but I'dhad better. 3 hours passed before she finally left, and I. Jack reached down and cupped Steph’s breast, his thumb and forefinger finding Steph’s taut nipple. Steph pulled Amy's wrist back, thereby drawing her hand back up the length of Phil's cock. Steph then pressed her wrist quickly again, and pulled it back, watching the skin of Phil's cock as Amy's fingers stroked it up and down. Steph’s left hand moved along with her right so that she was stroking Jack's cock at the same rate as Phil's. Both men exhaled in pleasure. Jack tugged Steph’s nipple,.