They promptly requested a transfer abroad-Fragment of the report of special investigations unit.We are traveling to the old ruins – said to be two t...ousand years old! They say that there are some fantastic monsters there or killer plants. There is also a theory of an ancient tribe, living detached from today’s world – the savages! One theory says, that they kill the men, eat women who gave birth and use young females as sacrifices for their rituals and magics. If so I worry not! It would take. I was supposed to intervene, but sight of Fatima boob squeeze hold me back. Fatima out of shame put her head down and lot of naked white skin is visible. Karim pours more in his glass. Rasma his first wife intervene, bit aged took glass and bottle guided Karim sit and makes him sit in an isolated place. Fatima was sitting in front of me right boob pop out ¾ portions, I guided my hand to her to hold her boob& put it in her blouse, feeling was really great. She remains still during my act. She. She hasn’t found anything just yet, but has a couple of ideas. Uh-huh.”She went over to the bathroom and wetted a towel, cleaning her face and then her shaved privates, using the lavender body wash that came with the little rental, and finally moved to her breasts. A swig of mouthwash took care of the scent and taste of cum. Smelling much less like sex now, she padded barefoot back to the couch, and stood, listening.“No, baby, nothing like that! Look, we’ll be there in half an hour. Love you,. Crap. I reach for the phone. I'll call my youngest son. Maybe he can talk. Push the button, slide the finger, tap the phone icon, tap the little man's head and shoulders, slide my finger up until I find my youngest son's name. Tap it. Ok, what time is it there? He's two hours earlier than we are. Which of these phone numbers do I want to call—home, mobile or work? Crap, it doesn't matter. He always has his cell with him. Tap that button.Ring, ring, ring, ring. "I'm sorry I can't answer my phone.