I couldn't deny that. Heck, it felt amazing but that wasn't the only thing I felt, though. I felt something poking my stomach. Something hard but soft...at the same time. I quickly pulled away from him after that, blushing uncontrollably. "I shoul-... Umm..I should go. You're not making this any better," I mumble, not meeting his gaze. "Thanks," I grabbed my purse quickly, forgetting my jacket in the process, and left out the door. I stormed past all the freshman on the floor without looking. I have fantasized about this moment for years. And now here I am with this hard cock dripping precum right in front of me. Am I the right woman to be his first, they always remember their first. Maybe I should call this off, let him off the hook so he can find a girl his own age and fumble around in the back seat of a car. Is that the way it should be? But I want him, I want to feel his cock inside me, I want to feel it explode, I want to feel it pump his hot cum deep inside me, I want to feel. “…just want to go home.” My wife said. The TVs volume was loud enough to hear but not carom down the hall. “I don’t feel like partying again. Last night was a mistake.” She was in her loose shorts and tee-shirt that hugged her large breasts. She was hugging herself; her long dark red hair was disheveled.“You didn’t have fun last night?” Wendy asked with some hurt in her voice.“No, I’m not saying that.” She replied trying not to hurt Wendy’s feelings. “I’m just saying it was a one night thing.. Maybe you could show me around sometime.”Mustafa felt uncomfortable in the silence which followed every painful exchange. He realized this bavasaab was not much older than he, and he tried to relate on a generation level.“Are you married?” asked Mustafa. “This house is so big. The view is incredible. The mosque down there is the biggest I’ve ever seen.”“No, I’m not married yet. I live with my parents. And the mosque you see is known as the Kaa’bah, the holiest shrine known to man.”“Where are.