One of the women had arrived at the Jumeirah Carlton Hotel in Knightsbridge, central London, in a silver BMW to offer the gang's services in a handwritten letter to the owner in August last year.
My wife, her sister, and I had just gotten home from the clubs.
Lifting and fondling and jiggling their huge, heavy tits, stroking their bloated bellies and plump bare ass cheeks, bumping and grinding their sweaty pussies at your face.
I squeeze her ankle, holding her foot steady as I suck on her gorgeous toes, her nails painted a sexy dark-red.
To my relief only couple of browsers were studying the racks, and they were trying hard not to look at me.
The judge annulled the marriage to the first husband, ordered the wife to return his dowry, and legalized the second marriage contract.
Scared, she ran into a bedroom and locked herself inside.
I was allowed to have a look at her according to Shari'a and found her acceptable.
I brush her rich brown hair to the side, her head turned to the left with her cheek on her makeshift pillow, her caring brown eyes closed.
But one of the best times was one day before lunch when she said she had a present for me.