<strong>Moussad ~  Party of 1</strong><br/><br/>Had Moussad been 30 minutes older he would have clutched his fist to his chest and keeled over in grief.  As it was he open-mouth stared at his favorite little desert flower. His dick reacted. For the first time since puberty Ghassar Moussad’s dick was soft and quivering.<br/><br/>His deep set eyes wore the look of a man who had just lost his faith in everything he believed in as if someone backed into his Jag with a tank.  You could see the one wheel rolling away from the scene of the accident in his pained look.<br/><br/>He leaped from the tub. His cock flagging as he bound over Vern. His hand to the toilet seat raising it and he looked down as if peering into a well.<br/><br/>“ALLO?”<br/><br/>When it dawned on him and it didn’t take long, he ripped the top off the tank and thrust his fist down the hole.  Only then did he realize it was the wrong hole.<br/><br/>His expression darkened as he turned to the tub full of Madforson. He rose like an anchor. Turning in her direction his hands in a menacing open grip.<br/><br/>His voice sweet as if calling a favorite pet back to the spot on the new carpet that had been christened.<br/><br/>“Madforson, we are go on little walk together. I are not killing you. I promise,”  he told her as he stalked towards her.<br/><br/>