The ache was building, just like at the party, but somehow, it was better. It tugged at my chest, and I ached to hold you tighter. I wanted you deeper... I needed you closer, harder, more. Rocking back on you, my head thrown back, I rode you as we galloped. Sweat dripped down my back, and I fought for control, but I was losing it, not gaining it. The sweet discord that was taking me over the edge started to escape in a single cry, but rough hands pressed over my mouth, muffling it. I shuddered. After all, nobody had insulted the Emir in his own Palace for years and so some special punishment was called for.Kamal Qumsiyeh then said the traditional punishment was flogging to death for such a crime, but that the insult was so serious that flogging didn't seem enough. There were people who suggested hanging him out in the street for anyone to use, or whip, or maltreat, until he died of something. Others suggested the centuries old traditional punishment of being staked out in the desert. Adopted. Good athlete, student majoring in business, made quite a bit of money speculating on some property I believe," said Henry."Uh huh. Yes, all true," agreed Richard. "Now. Why are you interested in him?"Henry sighed and then started to re-tell the story of his son and Rose Latour, leaving nothing out. He explained how Osvaldo had duped him and how he had sat back and let his own son be murdered."Crikey, that must be hard to shoulder, old boy," said Richard.Henry merely nodded and. One night while Grandad was out drinking,I was lying in my bed when I heard a noise that made my ear’s prick up, it sounded like it was coming from Gran’s room,I sneaked down the hall and stopped outside Gran’s door,I could hear moaning coming from inside,her door was shut,I looked through the keyhole, and what I saw blew my mind,Gran was sitting on the bed,her hand up her skirt playing with her pussy. I could not believe my luck,I whipped out my cock and started stroking,Gran had her pantie’s.