I use to talk about her and sometimes I use to praise her beauty and about her figure, though she was not at all comfortable with those things but I s...owly made her comfortable with me and slowly she started talking about herself, her life. She said that she had two c***dren, both girls and among them one was married and she has c***dren too!! I said her that how could you maintain your body even after 2 k**s you look awesome, your figure is awesome too!! She asked you think so? I said yea!!. I looked my rescuer up and down. Tall, well-dressed and handsome, the guy looked good, but I could tell that he wasn’t Somali. In a deep voice that was French-accented, he asked me if I was alright. I smiled and nodded, and thus I met Roger Duchene, the Haitian stud who stole my heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I used to be one of those Somali Muslim sisters who swore that she would never date or have any dealings with men from outside the Somali community. Well, I was wrong. I thought that Rahman. Insincere apologies and too much information was nothing new, especially the last few weeks. She seemed particularly fond of Ryan."And stop knocking on the wall, you little shit. I don't care how jealous you are. You're living in MY house."The muddled comments added insult to injury, but long ago, Chloe had learned there was no point trying to argue. Rebecca Davis was the center of her own universe, and any attempt to reason with her was useless. Eventually it would just devolve into a. Halfway up I said, "Are you on birth control?" Ya," she said. She stopped and felt inside her. "That's a lot of cum for a round two," she said. She wiped it on her chest."Sorry," I said. "It was just so amazing." You were really great," she said. She kissed my on the cheek. Then she ran upstairs. I followed. The bathroom door was open. Kim was in the large shower, rubbing shampoo in her hair. Steph pulled back the clear curtain. "Mind if I join?" she said."Sure," said Kim. "Me too?" I.