On my way there, I saw a couple of hijab-wearing Somali chicks. They were staring daggers at a tall, muscular young Somali guy with a baseball cap on ...ho was walking nearby, holding hands with a tall, blonde-haired White chick. I looked at the two young Somali women. They were muttering to each other in the guttural Somali language while eyeballing the Somali dude with the White chick. I think I might know what these Somali ladies with the hijabs and the overflowing dresses are thinking while. It was smaller than Fred's but felt good. He asked me if he could cum inside me and I replied yes, yes, yeesss. He banged away on me and I liked it even though he smelled so bad, like stale beer and cigarettes with BO. I could feel his cock swelling and it was pushing me to the edge, I felt so bad, so primal. Then he just pushed his cock deep into me and moaned, I could feel his cock pulsing inside me then a warm wet feeling in my unprotected womb, I started cumming myself as his sperm flowed. Shall we get down to business?"John was annoyed by his two friends reactions and decided to take control of the situation. "You know why you are here, don't you? It wasn't explicit in the note but you could read between the lines and you definitely know of my brother. He told me all about you, it was all good."Sarah just nodded and only commented to say that she knew his brother really well. She could see that it had been a big step for John to have taken control of this situation and let him. I would really like you to see my new panties. I worethem just for you. I hope you like them.I smiled at him, ran my tongue over my lipstick coated lips, and movedclose to him. I let George reach across and he began to unbutton my skirtand pull down my zipper while I sat next to him. His fingers deftly movedacross my panties as he worked on the top button of my skirt. As hepulled down my zipper to expose my panties, he said, "Tasha, your pantiesare so sexy. God, I can't wait to take them off of.