As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Ibrahim Hossein, and I'm a Saudi Arabian Muslim businessman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I studied business administration at the University of Toronto and work as a real estate agent nowadays. I moved to Canada with my wife Afaf about five years ago from our hometown of Dammam, in the eastern province of the K...
It had been a long day at work - I honestly struggled to keep a grip on the developing situation, but for every step forward, I took another three back. The phone kept bringing further complications; Jack had new figures for the gained losses over three weeks of last June and the sand contractor wanted to increase the cost of waiting for fresh water. When th...
He walked into the room and was greeted by what he saw as the sexiest ass he had seen in person. He wondered how he got this lucky. She was asleep, turned towards the window. She was in a black silky top and a leopard print panties which had rid between her "oh so lovely" cheeks. Some people say that leopard prints are overrated, but on her tan butt cheeks t...
What's going on, beautiful people? My name is Shaima Hossein, and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work at Wells Fargo as an account manager, and I've worked for various banks since I graduated from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in the summer of 2004. I'm th...
My name is Soo May. My best friends are Angie and Jennie. I am 22 years old and of Chinese descent. Jennie, my apartment mate, is 24. Angie is 29 and married. Angie is taller than average, thin, long-legged, with straight, brown hair that falls to the middle of her back. She was a model until she got married and she is still beautiful. One of her grandpare...
This is a continuation of the story "All in the family part 1". It will make more sense if you start from the beginning. ***** "Hey mom," Jodi said as we entered Mrs. B's kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Mrs. B was Jodi's mother. She was in her late fifties and had recently lost her husband to cancer. She was having a hard time adjusting to living alone afte...
Chapter Four With the ceremony over, Lizzie and I headed out as soon as practical off the Order's property and began exploring the main campus a bit more, especially since I still had classes to attend (unlike her, though few knew it yet). I got a few bizarre looks for my priestly garb, as well as for the handcuffs and being bound to Lizzie in such a manner...
Dear Paul, I wanted to write you to catch you up on my latest adventures. I know you're always eager for details, and I have some for this month I which I think you will enjoy reading about. Be sure and get somewhere private when you read this because you are going to be hot under the collar (among other places) with what I have to write! Only a few close...
How to begin, how to begin. To detail my happy life before the fates deigned to make me a sad old Dragon, before I again found a reason to live. I first met her nine years ago, on my first trip overseas, to Malaysia. I had landed in Penang only two days before, and was wandering around one of the city's many malls when I happened across a small bookstore. G...
For the next couple of days after our night at the swinger’s club, Stacey and I were as horny as ever discussing the incredible night of sex. We continued to have the best sex of our married lives. In addition, about a week after the party, Aimee, that sweet little blonde girl with the great tits and sweet clit, emailed me and told me she was getting horny...