And Mrs. Jamal took over the guestroom, with their younger eightyear old son, Bilal, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the corner and thelittle baby girl,...Hawes, on a cot; only the older boy Matin, who was about17 years old at that time, bunked in in my room in another sleeping bag. Iwas 14 at that time and 17 seemed so grown up, and Matin was handsome witha nicely defined body, chiselled face with dark eyes and smooth black hair.Not only Matin, but his whole family was like that. All of them. I sat back with a sigh of relief and looked down and saw I came a little in my hand. I decided to leave my mark and put it on her nipple and her nightie. I leaned over to give her nipple one last kiss and walked back to Matt’s room.As I was walking I realized what I had done. I couldn’t believe it that I just sleep m*****ed my friend’s mother. As I walked passed Matt’s room, unmoved from where I last saw him, a sense of pride came over me. I passed out in Matt’s room and woke at about eight. "So I've made up my mind." Ana says smirking at her own reflection. "Tonight's the night Jess. Jake's going plucking." Wow, are you sure Ana?" Jess questioned her friend. "I thought you wanted to wait for your wedding night?" Honestly, I don't want to wait that long anymore." Ana confessed. "Lisa was telling me that a few weeks ago, she went up north with Brian and..." Oh my god! Shut up!" Jess quickly covered her mouth in disbelief. Ana shook her head up and down confirming it. "That hoe!". A hundred feet down the corridor he saw an open metal door, and a man standing in the doorway of the room, apparently talking to someone inside the room. The thumping sound was coming from inside that room. Taylor leaned back and indicated he saw someone, moving back so Whitaker could look.“What do you think?” she asked in a whisper when she moved back from the edge.“I think that’s a whole lot of distance before we’re on top of him, and we have no idea who or what is in that room. If we shoot.