The sound of the Gulf soothing as the waves hiss ashore, cresting and breaking, setting a rhythm for your footsteps. The gentle breeze is blowing soft...y through your hair. Your long flowing dress caressing your thighs as you walk, sandals in hand, to meet me. The seductive sway of your hips, your swollen lips and proud nipples showing through your blouse excite me. I catch the scent of your perfume. Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of. I mumbled of course? She asked are you sexually attracted to me. I said- Yes, but I am not sure if we should do this? She said I am, and firmly grasped my hand and led me into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she untied the satin belt on her robe and let the belt and the robe fall to the floor.My estimation of her at the gym had definitely been correct, she was perfect. She walked provocatively toward me and said in a sultry, low growl, Let’s get these clothes off of you. She slowly pulled my. Small groups of men and a few women wove through the narrow streets on their way to other things. She walked toward the souk, the central market area of the little Moroccan town.She and her friends here in the village of Qalta took pleasure in occasionally re-creating the old modes of dress and public behavior. They were otherwise women of their time; one where equality and tolerance were the rule and religious strictures were viewed in an un-dogmatic way. The long garment sheltered her. You "Ooh, spread ya legs a little more so I can really wor my tongue around that taint and circle back down around them juicy juggly big sweaty balls, now turn around." I do. You "Oh lord how I have missed these saggy mothafuckas right here, lur- shlur- wole- lur-shlurpy- pow oooh, daddy -ya know Officer Norrie missed draggin these saggy sweaty dingy mothafuckas across my face- shlurshhwursh-sshlurkktch-ch ummm oooh- do you like when officer Norrie sucks these saggy black long sweaty dirty.