And the Queen of Libya. Others could just deal with that.“So, tell me, Samira, how do you actually feel about me?” I inquired, knowing that Samira...could never lie to me due to the Fae, but especially after I had just taken her forty ways to Sunday.“I’m ... in love with you, Frank. I have been for at least a month,” Samira confessed, unable to lie to me and relieved that she could speak the truth at last.“Good! You’re now my third wife ... and Queen of Libya. The rest of the world can deal with. ' Because, to my way of thinking, something a little over four inches is not a 'cock.' Four inches is a 'penis.'Since Tara and I were being so open with each other, I felt obliged to confess to her that I did not have a 'big cock', and I proceeded to tell her that. As I did, she reached out and placed both her hands on top of mine as we sat a table talking. I looked up into her face, and as I did, Tara said: "Hey. Look at me. Okay? I like you. And, besides, there are other things to be done. .. were unthinkable.Her single foray into internet romance was with a New Zealand sheepherder. It ended Baadly. (“Forgive me. I couldn’t help it,” he said sheeplessly.)Not only were they cycled together, they started at the same minute. We needed “feminine” products. Not exactly WE, but they. Situations like this ... leave me blushing.Abby was experiencing her first year of cycles ... pads were messy ... I don’t know why they were called sanitary ... and ... with the help of fingers and a. I licked him clean before licking his balls clean. I was so fucked that I fell asleep wearing my top and bra, naked from the waist down… oozing his hot cum… * * It wasnt until a month later that he took advantage of my ass again. I stood next to him at a bar: You know you want to buy me a drink? I asked, smiling sweetly Well what is it worth? he teased. That depends on what you want baby? whilst leaning against him, squeezing his bicep and staring up at him with big blue eyes. Ive been watching.