A close friendship type of bond. But deep in our hearts, we knew the truth. I was soon madly in love with Julie, homesick and wanting, wishing only to...be with her.She greeted me with a tight embrace that uncontrollably sprang my salt-petered dick to life. I know she felt it but she said nothing. We left the auditorium, hand in hand, and climbed into her rental."I got us a room at the Ramada Inn. It was the last room they had." That's fine. I just want to take a shower, take a nap, and then go. He takes hold of them and pulls them away, exposing your pussy to both of us. He leans down to you and inhales sharply, catching a large whiff of your scent. He drops to his knees, reaches for your hips, and pulls you to his tongue. You cry out as he begins to explore your inner folds. Your hands fly out and grip the back of his head, pulling him even further into your crotch. You stare at me with eyes wide open as I watch you getting eaten. My cock feels like it’s about to explode. He takes. It was difficult to tell under the dirt and bruises but she might have been Southern European rather than Arab. She had said nothing, but that was to be expected.Just then a small group of armed men in spotless uniforms came into the square, walking with a single man in civilian garb. The auctioneer was quick to recognise the Emir, as were others in the audience, and the word went round quickly. Moving easily through the crowd, the Emir came up to the auction block and looked the woman. My hand would grip his balls and roll them and he would groan, going faster and harder. Eventually, she would come hard on his cock, milking him, the tightening of her sweet little fuck hole making him come inside her, his balls tightening in my grip. Thin rivulets of his salty cum would drip out of her hole and I would lick these up, tasting them both, then he would pull out of her and I would thrust my tongue into the void, licking and cleaning out her pussy, savoring his cock juice. Finally,.