But she looked at me and waited. "Would you like to help me with this?" She asked."Of course amma. That'd be my honor," I said immediately.I went as c...ose as I could to her and wrapped my hands around her body so that I could do it with both my hands. Our faces were millimeters apart as my hands were busy unhooking her bra. My mother looked so beautiful even without any makeup and her full lips were inviting me to kiss them. We were looking in to each other's eyes for a moment and I lost my. ”“Quiet, please, quiet,” he said, scratching his buttocks.“No, we must go. Hurry up and change!”“I can’t. I need a few more hours of rest.”“No time for rest, Mustafa. Let’s go, get ready.”“I really can’t. I’m sick.”“That’s the devil inside of you...”“Oh, not this again...”“ ... yes, the devil. We must go to the mosque. Don’t you remember, you’re an Imam! You must learn how to pray, and the mosque is the best place.”“Even the Imam must have an off-day,” he said sardonically.“No time, Mustafa, no. Her hands, twin in their effort, grasped at his behind, forcing him to greater efforts. His hands were placed for ease of access, and he wilfully thrust away into her, deeper than he had ever been into a woman in his life. She loved it. Where I had always hated the intrusion, felt uncomfortable around penises, she revelled. Her mind was a sink of lust, completely unaware of her voice, screaming out "OH GOD, FUCK ME FUCK MEFUCKMEFUCKME...!!" She erupted around him, as she felt the leather buckle. .. intelligent, you're kind... and I think you're very... attractive..."Then some of my pluck rushed back to reclaim ceded territory. "And you're telling me I'll grow out of it, I suppose." No, Fiona. I didn't mean to condescend." I heard him sigh. "You've always seemed grown up for your years, and very responsible, just like Adam. He's the right age for you; it's him you should be fancying." Did you fancy me, just now?" I seized upon his phrase and met his eyes at last. I saw something in them.