The sweet taste of honey dripping around me, on my tongue, my lips and into my mouth to taste inside. It was heavenly, as she continued to thrust my h...ad deeper into her cunt. Keeping me, forcing me to remain there for as long as she desired me to. My tongue sliding in and out, slurping around the wet cunt. My chin sliding up and down, as I ate her cunt out, and my lips rubbed against her clit. "UGHHHHHHH.... yesss... oh God yess... right there babe!" she screamed as I continued to lick in that. ”“Said by someone who doesn’t care about Islam,” Gerard cursed, merely trying to think of a reason to keep his gun raised, even if he consciously didn’t recognize the desperation of the act.“You’re wrong again, Gerard, I have great respect for the Islamic world, and that respect has been given to me by history itself. Any competent historian would admire and be in awe of the progress brought forth by Islam, especially during the Islamic Golden Age. More so than the Renaissance of Europe, any. So I called Julie, asked her if she would like to go on a picnic with me On Saturday.She excitedly said that sounded wonderful and I shouldn’t worry about the Picnic lunch she would provide it.I asked if I could pick her up and what time would be good, she gave me her addressee and we agreed on 2pm as a goodtime.The hours that passed until I met up with her were filled with thoughts and envisions of what might, could and I hoped would happen.Come Saturday I arrived and before I had a chance to. "Michael didn't believe Quince for a second. It had taken a few weeks to discover what really went on at Quince Biochemicals, after Michael had started working there. Under the cover of the company, Quince had been distributing stolen drugs and chemicals around the country. Quince avoided illegal drugs like cocaine, and concentrated on controlled, but legal, substances. When Michael had made the mistake of confronting Quince, he had been threatened. Quince had said that if he tried to involve.