This was a bad sigh."You're peeking out," she said.I felt her finger go into the gap between my thigh and the leg of my shorts. Her finger tickled my ...crotum. Closing her eyes, she put her face against my leg, and buried her face in my shorts. I felt her tongue gently flick against my sack, then her lips pinch a flap of skin, tug at it, and then release it."You're killing me," I said."You want me to let him loose?" she asked with a smile."God yes . . ." was my response.She grabbed the elastic. I quickly sat up straight, grabbed my cell phone and pretended I was talking on it. Being it was dark, I didn't know if it might be a cop. The car pulled up and parked about thirty yards away, just on the other side of the light shadow and the engine and lights shut off. Nothing happened for about five minutes and I was starting to feel myself up again when the guy got out of his car. He was older, probably fifty or so, but was slender and appeared to be handsome from what I could see in the. Mike resigned himself to the factthat he would just have to live with his fantasies and leave it at thatBrian's first sexual encounter involved his Aunty Betty. Brian used togo around to see his Aunty Betty on the weekends and help her around thehouse and yard. She gave him a shilling pocket money for his efforts andif he worked late into the afternoon he would stay the night rather thantake the long bus ride home after dark. Brian loved his Aunty Betty; shewas a widow in her forties, a. No one says their prayers. There are no mosques, only a few.”“You’ve been attending a mosque?”“Yes, and there I see mostly Africans as they are the only men in the city who remain pure to the faith. Certainly I see men from Arabia, but those I see are driving taxis or working at kiosks, and some of them I meet in the mosques. I’m growing sick and tired of New York. Each time I fall asleep I dream of Mecca, its warmth and companionship.”“Tell me, what have you been doing over there?”“I see the.