His mind was clear and his purpose pure and directed. He knew now what he must do.The day went by slowly, and the Imam spent most of his time within h...s small room, the notebook glaring at him. At times he regretted what he wrote. Being truthful to oneself often has that awkward effect, but he chose to let the words remain. His spirit was buoyed by the prospects of seeing Nasiba. His mother had told him continuously how excited she was that he was attending the mosque. She asked him repeatedly. When I’m next to her I caress her tummy with one hand and kiss the nape of her neck.She lays there like a log. Arms at her side. Determined to let me take what pleasures I want, but to receive none of her own.I move my hand down through her bushy red pubic hair. Down to her soft cunny. She gasps and grabs my wrist as I lightly caress with my fingertips. She doesn’t try to force my hand away though.Her breathing comes faster as I play with her body. Fingers petting her soft warm peach. Lips. They both nodded in what seemed like approval. "Well, when are you playing next?" Angelina asked. Brian and I looked at each other for a minute, with confused faces. "Why do you ask?" Brian asked. "Well, could we play with you sometime?" Angelina asked. Well, we certainly weren't expecting that, but it's not like we were gonna say no to that. "You really want to?" I asked. "Yes, do you mind if we invade your game?" Angelina asked. "No, not at all," Brian replied. So, just like that, we. The story began when her 12th board exams were near and it was winter of Jan. and she was little bit weak in Maths and Science. Our roofs were attached as in old cities houses, so we can go to anyone’s home from the roof side.I am still very shy and have very good image between my relatives and where I am living, so any one can trust me if there girls are with me. Oh! Sorry I forget to tell you about her figure. She has a great body 5’5” tall and her breast was 34C in that age, she had a figure.