Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all modesty. Unlike me. I would never wear that again, I r...alized. I was a slut. I had no modesty to hide. I bared it all.A hot shiver and a nervous twinge ran through me. And then I gasped.Mom’s finger ran through my shaved pussy, another proof of my sluttiness. What virgin shaves her pussy? Or a proper woman? I shuddered as Mom’s finger scooped out a glob of my brother’s white cum from my pussy. She. She was wearing a low neck sleeveless blouse, with her silky braid behind her. I couldn’t see its length. She had a small black bindi, sharp brows, kajal lined eyes looking down at a book in her lap.Both ears lobes had 2 rings each, and she wore a tiny nose ring on the edge of her left nostril. Her pouting lips were perfectly lined with a sheer gloss. A black bead necklace and toe rings on her pretty pink feet on middle toes said she was definitely a married girl.Her cleavage’s inch-deep ridge. A few good men to be my friends, and an enemy that did its best to kill us.The last piece of the puzzle was in our hold, and I just had to continue with Mom's ideas to make sure this fish stayed caught. We knew all his secrets, but his living presence would bring down many more.Susan continued her questioning, "What about the people on the farm, Mom?" All of the captives are in a large ward, protected by police. They are responding slowly but steadily to treatment of their body and their minds.. "Naw, man! I was givin' you props!" she laughed "I thought you was doin' good!"We swapped a couple more smart-ass remarks and parted ways, both grinning. Her partner looked a little non-plussed, and she explained as they walked away.About half an hour later, I was sitting at a table near one of the food vendors, enjoying a snack, when a voice from behind me asked, "Do you ride a lot?"I turned to find the smiling face of my new friend."As often as life allows," I replied, pulling out a vacant.