I didn't try to expose her on Biggin Hill or send herfloating down the Thames in a basket of reeds but I may as well have donefor all the affection I ...howed her. It wasn't far short of outrightneglect. I only agreed to fight for custody of her when mum and dad saidthey'd give her a home. You can never repair that sort of damage, you know.I'm not talking about the kids, they're much more resilient than we evergive them credit for. But as a mother you lose that vital connection..." What makes you. The doorknob rattled, and she screamed as a stream of pure ecstasy shot across the roof. He opened the door, weed in hand, smoke still in his mouth waiting to be released. A scream rang in his ears as the door widened, and in front of him sat a glistening, dark skinned bitch, her legs spread wide as a stream of clear liquid shot from her pussy. He exhaled, releasing a thick cloud of smoke before walking through it and over to her. That day had left him angry and pent up, so he grabbed her hand. Seriously, feminism and Black Muslim women don’t mix. Nor should they. Seriously, the average White female citizen of North America cannot relate to the life, view and mindset of a Black Muslim woman. That’s why they monopolize the feminist movement. They don’t want to hear the Black Muslim female viewpoint. The White feminists hate us women of color more than the rednecks do, that’s for damn sure. I try and avoid them like the plague. Wallahi, the last thing I want to do is hang around someone. ." her voice trailed off and Robert could sense the hesitation in her."Could I what?" he whispered in anticipation."Kiss me. I just want to know what it feels like but its ok if you don't want to I understand if you..." He interrupted her nervous babbling by placing his lips on hers. Warning bells were sounding in his head but he shoved them aside and pushed his tongue onto her lips until she subsided and let his tongue explore every inch of hers. She moaned involuntarily which made him deepen.