Sometimes that worked. She especially liked to think about that while her head was being pushed down into a pillow while Damian drilled her insatiable...cunt so hard it felt like she was being ripped apart.Fiona thought the house actually felt more like home now that she had Damian secretly living there with her. It was almost like having a second husband, but those thoughts and feelings confused her. She didn't even want one husband; why would she want two?When Sean was home, it only served to. It was so big and warm, I just started stroking it. He quick took out his handkerchief and held it over the end. I was so wet by now I could feel the wet in my panties. It felt wonderful to be this aroused. It didn’t take many strokes and he shot cum and filled 1/2 the handkerchief. ....I orgasmed when he did. He bucked and jolted his cum shot as my knees went a little weak. “Oh my god…thank you Miss. D, that was so beautiful, no one will ever know this took place, I promise …your so. We were closer than cousins, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a little bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instincts were right on. He was sexy, and if he hadnt been her husband, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that. At first he wanted to go by his old car, luckily custom rules by Iran and India prohibited this plan.We took a bus to Istanbul, the gate to Asia and while waiting for a third travel-mate we saw the city.We got on a next bus to Teheran, had a long wait at the border with a rare clear view on Mount Ararat.We got as sad as all other passengers, students mostly, who feared their fate of becoming canon-food.We saw photos of martyrs above front-doors of almost every house in Kurdistan, died in the.