“I do.”Maryam bit her lower lip as she thought about Eric’s promise to sodomize her on their wedding night ... oh, she loved sodomy, not being a...good Muslim girl and all. After all, a good Muslim girl wouldn’t have married two infidels in a row and with a former nun instead of an imam officiating the wedding. That ship had sailed some time ago. She hadn’t even raised her daughters to be Muslims at all. Maryam was as bad of a lapsed Muslim girl as one got, she supposed, but she didn’t care. She. They were preparing to take a little sun!I had my bar chair -- tall and comfortable. I had arranged icy refreshments at arm's length, and even had parked my binoculars on the coffee table. I was still debating whether using the binoculars would be crossing the line. But I'd withhold judgment until I saw how badly I wanted to cross some lines.I had thought of everything. I was even dressed for the occasion -- in oversized shorts and no underwear. I had room to grow as a man.Molly and Sarah. Stopping at the opposing doors near the landing, Ronnie held her head to the door Taylor was behind but heard nothing but her niece’s gentle snores. Satisfied, she slipped to the other door and opened it, sliding through and shutting it silently behind her. She immediately moved to the side of the bed. Harry Junior stared at her, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed. This was like a dream come true. He had been laying naked on top of the covers, his fist was still on the cock he had been jacking off,. He was getting close to cumming. so I then unsnapped my leotard and got on his lap and gave him alap dance, grinding my pantyhosed ass into his hard cock. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his cock as we both grinded against each other. His cock felt so hard rubbing against my ass.He said the feeling of my pantyhose ass was gonna make him cum.I then grinded my pantyhosed ass into him a little harder and I felt it throb, I jumped off him and took his cock into my mouth all the way down to.