Brother Ibrahim smiled warmly as he hugged Yasmina. That’s your daughter? I asked him, suddenly feeling very nervous. Of course, the old man smiled....Then he held out his hand to shake. We of the Osman clan are a clever and pious bunch, Brother Ibrahim said as he shook my hand. Looking at Yasmina he winked and told her I’d been going to the masjid every day looking for her during the month that she was gone. Is that so? Yasmina laughed, entwining her hand with mine. I have missed you terribly, I. I then received the message and replied to her that this was totally inapropriate and that I was going to need to talk to her mother. I went up to her room and apologized to her for my behavior but she had no interest in talking to me. So before I left I told her to check her email and I left. I heard a scream and her running down asking me what I was doing. My reply was "I'm not doing anything, I'm shocked that my own daughter would send me such crude and sick pictures and that I was going to. Dark clouds were to be seen in the distance. But I had to keep running to clear my mind. The landscape passed next to me as I was really draining my last bit of energy of the week. ‘Summer is coming along and we need to get more fit’ I told myself while I felt the bottom of the barrel approaching. Exhausted and with a last sprint after an hour of running I come home again. Noticing that you still had to return, or so I thought. Quickly I enter the bathroom and shower and rinse off all the dirt. I did as I was told. His hands grabbed my hips and rolled my panties down to my knees. Then I felt his cockhead touch my wet pussy and he simply slid it straight in. I was hoping he'd do that. He started to thrust in and out of me, letting his cock almost come entirely out before ramming it back home. This must have been one of the quickest 'events' I had been involved in since starting work here. But there really is something to be said for a 'quick one' sometimes.I thrust my hips back to meet.