"Sure, kiddo, just as soon as you're in your skin."With a slight feeling of irritation, Maryon reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Pulling the w...sp of a thing from her breasts, she felt the black lace catch at her hardening nipples.Karen whistled. "You're built, kiddo," she commented, her eyes sweeping over the green-tinted mounds of breasts and dropping to the subtler curves of the hard, firm belly beneath."I guess I'll do," said Maryon, blushing despite herself at this unabashed. Case in point? Consider my little brother Washim. He was dating a beautiful Jamaican gal named Melody Thompson last time I visited him in Toronto but from what I heard, she dumped him recently because she got tired of his controlling ways and insecurity. Can’t say I blame the gal. Hey, Washim is my brother and I love him but I know what he’s like. He can be a bit much, to say the least. A lot of Somali brothers born in the motherland have trouble letting go of the old ways. Sisters living in. He looks down in astonishment, for he knows it's a law of the universe that buttered toast always falls butter-down. So he rushes round to theParish to fetch Father Flanagan.He tells the Priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen. He won't say what it is, but asks Fr.Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes.He leads Fr. Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor. "Well," says thePriest, "it's pretty obvious. Someone has dropped some buttered toast on the floor. Nest she went over to Marcus, took his shirt off and had him sit on the couch before getting on her knees between his legs. She started rubbing him and in no time at all I could see his cock getting hard. She looked at me and smiled and then had him stand up so she could slide his gym shorts off. All I could think watching this was OMFG!!! I mean Marcus was really packing!!! His dick had to be at least 12 1/2 inches long and thick ... found out later that he's actually 13 3/4 inches long and.