I sat down on the toilet and peed, i wished i had put on panties at least, that dress was so short and kept pulling up. i wiped and then i sat there a...d touched myself, i was so excited and nervous. my heart was beating a little faster and my nipples were really hard. i tried to catch my breath. i was already so turned on, now being there with these hot guys, no one else in the house for at least an hour, i so wanted it! i washed my hands and messed up my hair a lil, real cute and stood there. Generally speaking, Muslim women are careful about what they post online. The more adventurous ones will have a few pictures of themselves with female friends or relatives, that’s about it. Fowziyah was…different. This chick had a hundred pictures. Shots of her holding a paintball gun while playing with friends in the snow. Shots of her holding a bow and arrow. Shots of her playing rugby with some other girls, all of whom wore the hijab. Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. I saw pictures of her with. 30 that evening she was awake and looking for occupation. In town they would have settled town to watch a dvd or maybe have gone to the pub but she thought she would take advantage of the uniqueness of her situation.She had on a wraparound skirt and a loose blouse. She thought she looked a proper hippy when she looked in the mirror and smiled her wonky smile and left the cottage.It was a balmy evening and she breathed deep as she unlatched the gate and headed for the path. The sandy path felt. “How old do you actually think I am Bethany?” asks Tim and I snap my mouth shut in confusion , wondering why he’d ask such a blunt question; after all it’s not like it matters to him what age I think he is.He shakes his hand in a I’m waiting manner and I bite down on my lip as I look him over, taking in his disheveled light brown hair which is slightly too long for his facial shape so makes him look ruggedly unclean, although that could also be down to the fact his entire wardrobe seems to only.