I have not described myself as I never looked upon me as a girl; one who could be aspired or desired as a beautiful. I, as a Muslim girl was brought u... without ever considering myself as girl, one who could be appreciated, liked or praised as beautiful, pretty or charming. I was not allowed to use any makeup. I was a commodity or at best a chattel who would at appropriate time be handed over to a male for procreation. After meeting Puja, who used little makeup for the College, I started having. “This is just the first floor Josh” she grinned wickedly at him.“Oh my god” Josh said amazed, he was in rock heaven.Looking around at the men’s side of the clothing segment, Josh quickly found what he was shopping for.A pair of rough biker boots, semi wide worker pants in black, black leather belt, a classic Judas Priest singlet and a single layer leather outback coat, black.“My” Vanessa said to him “going monochrome tonight?”“Not good?” Josh asked unfamiliar with the scene in America.“Make the. Her moan was so pleasure to hear. Then I removed her pant along with her panty. Her virgin cute pussy invited me to kiss.I swiftly kissed her pussy deeply. She pushed my head into her pussy and moaning loudly. I slowly came out of her clutches and removed her remaining cloths. I just removed my short and underwear. She started stroking my tool and I was kissing her. I again went down and started licking her pussy. She was literally jumping on bed. Her moans were so loud. Her moans were making. We also decided to start planning our wedding and Alicia believed her mother would want to be involved. She said that her being involved would prove to be an understatement.Alicia and I wanted a nice ceremony. Nice as in something fairly small and simple. Phyllis told us we should go all out. It was something we would want to look back on later in our marriage. We discussed what she meant by all out. What I finally figured out was, Phyllis had a very large, fancy wedding that she loved. That.