My family still lives there, and we parted on BAD terms. My parents, Ali and Maryam Ibrahim are Somali immigrants, and they’re very traditional. My ...other doesn’t leave the house without her hijab on. She waits hand and foot on my father and obeys his every order. And she expected me to follow suit. Me? I’m different. I’ve always been the type of gal who asks questions instead of obeying everything my parents say. That’s not a good trait in a Muslim woman. Somali culture is deeply patriarchal,. Please?"She felt him insinuate the tip of his giant organ against the small mouth of her moist, receptive, yet reluctant vagina, and slowly her eyes began to widen... wider and wider as he parted the soft golden curls of her pubic hair with the head and brought expanding pressure to bear at the sensitive, tight opening... then, with a flick of his hips, the dull-witted man screwed the huge knob forcefully inside the little elasticized oval, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh. My fingers entered her pussy lips. I rubbed up and down just inside her lips. She was already hot and wet inside. Probably from watching Debby and I. My fingers easily slipped along her crack. Sandy breathed short shallow breaths. By looking at her face she was definitely concentrating on what she was feeling. The other 3 were watching closely. I reached around Sandy’s neck so I could reach her other breast. Her nipple was hard. I squeezed it tenderly between my fingers. Sandy jerked and yipped. And who hadn't been one of the other couples. She was, Kennedy realized, saying she'd masturbated.The girl smiled at her. "I'm Karen Spence." Upstairs on my bunk bed," Kennedy said, remembering her. Finally, someone she could remember!"Yeah! You and Deb were hot tonight! I love to watch someone's first time."Kennedy blushed, but the other girl laughed. Karen leaned close, her lips an inch from Kennedy's ear. "In a few days if you want to expand your horizons, think of me, sweetie! I'll be.