Anyway, when I came back to the room, I saw imad was still asleep. I decided to cook something for us. His brother left and never came back. Maybe he ...n purpose kept him outside so he can have sex with me as long and intense as he desires. I dried my hair and went downstairs to cook. Seemed like I had to spend more time looking for the food he keeps at home. The cupboard system was so complicated there. Just like the mind of imad…just kidding!While I was cooking, it had been a while, by then, I. Also, it somehow feels just as soft and smooth as my vaginal walls do against the finger currently pumping in and out of me. Just as soft, but two times as slick, like I’m fingering a slimy aloe vera. “This is the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever touched…” I moan breathily. It’s so wet and tight that, when I begin fingering the tight crease between the petal and stalk with quick pumps, it gushes louder than my pussy is right now even though I’m super wet and vigorously masturbating. “This. .."And with the tears beginning to well up in her own eyes, Ann forced herself to tell Lani the terrible tale of her experience with Moses that evening, leaving out nothing, desperate to cleanse herself, to confess to her daughter as Lani had done to her. And when she finished, both mother and daughter were crying, locked in each other's arms as though they were trying to find in each other the answer to their own doubts and fears. They lay on the cot for a long while, silent and rocking. I wish I were his equal,” said Rodney.“You’re right, I take it back,” she said.“Yes, well anyway, let’s see how long it takes me to make you scream. Uh, just not too loud,” he said, “no use rubbing his nose in it.”She must have been naked too, because the next things I heard were kind of squishing sounds mixed with moans and choking and yes, some low screams. They, she, actually seemed to be trying to minimize the chance that I might hear her. Nice, I thought, real nice—not!I’d listen to the.