’ Alex kissed my cheek then turned and walked away. Ten minutes later, I found myself in the elevator going up to the roof. When the doors opened, t...ere stood a naked Alex. She ran into my arms, kissing me as her hands unbuttoned my shirt. I quickly undid my trousers, as Alex kissed her way down my body. Hooking her hands in the waistband she pulled them down. Alex licked the head of my circumcised cock as she removed my trousers and boxers. Taking one hand, she fondled my ball sac as her other. So, the vision before me was mostly bare arms and shoulders, bare tummy, and lovely, lovely bare legs. Probably more than half her skin was uncovered. And, such nice skin it was. While we talked, she told me that her children were six and nine and that I would be getting them eventually. Then, she shifted in her seat and as her skirt rose a bit, I became aware that she didn’t seem to be wearing any panties under her rather short skirt. I would be very less than honest if I didn’t admit right. I don't know how, but she did. She told me to come over and talk and I didn't know what would happen. I could just blow her off, but that would make me look even worse. Plus, Julia was the type of woman who would tell everyone we knew. I didn't want anyone else knowing that I fucked her son. I had no choice but to face her and confess to what I did. I made my way up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Julia answered but didn't say a word. She motions me to come in. She had on her white. While nearing my apartment, I almost lost sight of the creepy bohrah muslim boy who sits in the grocery shop.He must be in the early 20s and always in the same traditional attire of Kurta (a long shirt) and an Izaar(trousers); it’s the hand crocheted topi (traditional cap) that gives bohras a distinct identity and separates them from other mainstream Muslims.This obnoxious young man would everyday ogle at me, leering over my buttocks and hips.I am voluptuous and the burqa fails to hide my.