He then thought that perhaps he should get back to the Submissions page on his beloved website and see what others thought, but he kept reading. ‘I ...on’t leave my email as all you writers are above us that read your stories.’ Tom had no problem with anonymous commentary, but this one hurt a little. He never viewed himself as being ‘better’ that anyone on Literotica, especially not his readers. ‘Darn shame to think that if it was not for us readers you would not be writing on here! If I could. Lie back and fondle and stroke HIM slowly, arouse HIM. waken HIM from HIS slumbers.Smell the man sex emanating there from HIM. You are blessed that HE is yours to adore.Pay attention to, and feel HIS attendants, the sacred globes that contain the holy seed, feel the weight of them, their fullness and fertility. Imagine the millions of seeds that HE makes there to give you orgasmic pleasure. See how HE stirs as you touch them .Now HE wants you to give attention to the holy altar of the anus.. After kissing and sucking her breast over the brace I removed that also.There I was stunned to see her pair of beautiful melons. They are jumped out of her brace. Then I took her right melon in my hand and started to suck while squeezing and fondling another one. After licking and sucking of her breast I removed her churidhar pant and her panty also. There an honey point is waiting eagerly to gulp my cock.Then she was removed my dress and then I also become nude. She took my 6” cocking her hand. His urge was to say his prayers out of routine, to celebrate the victory of the evening over the heat.The breeze carried a brutal warmth he should have been used to. Imam Shabbir Hussein’s home emanated the smells of a dead man. The pungency had increased ten fold. He pinched his nose. Vultures circled overhead. A flock of ravens flew from bush to bush. Tariq carried a white sack filled with white cloth, vials of non alcoholic perfumes, and instructions for burial.He knocked once, then.