'Because we cannot touch the unclean carcasses to bury or remove them.' explained the first man.Zahra felt that things were getting beyond her control...and looked back at the Imam. 'Drive her off up into the mountains' spat an old woman.'Yes!' shouted a younger man. 'Send her up to live with the rest of the pigs.Zahra felt she had only one chance. 'Yes, drive me away. Send me back to the city from which I so unwisely strayed' she appealed directly to the Imam.He looked from her to the small. "She nodded. "And he's..." Surprising?" Nick chuckled. Greta nodded and smiled shyly. "How surprising."Her hands discreetly measured about six inches in distance. "And just thick enough too, although giving birth ... but he still manages to find spots." I could pleasure you more. You could have a night instead of a quick cum in a hidden room. I could bring friends to fill all your holes at once." All holes?" she squeaked."Your mouth and your asshole." I could never..." With the right amount of. Would you like to see more?"All I could do is nod as she grabbed the bottom of her bra and pulled it up giving me a great close-up view of her tits. In spite of their size, they were very firm and upturned. Her nipples were erect with puffy brown areolas encircling them."Oh my god, you have quite the large tent!" she said staring down at my rapidly expanding bulge.She slipped her hand under my shorts, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing it up and down. While I was wondering where this was. ”“I’ve been meaning to ask. How are you doing? You know, after Stephie?”“OK. I think about her a lot. But she did the right thing in telling me not to come see her once she started to deteriorate. I hated her for that at first, but she was right. I remember her for how she was, and for all the good things we did together. I have moments of melancholy but it’s not like it was with Birgit.”“Stephie was a wonderful girl. Life just isn’t fair sometimes.”“Tell me about it,” I sighed.December 3,.