I checked inside my car. I didn’t want to embarrass her in our first meet. I threw away the empty beer cans. Checked my pockets. Yes! I had a condom... with me. I always kept one with me. I perfumed my car. And took it to the parking exit.Reetuparna was waiting there. She was looking as elegant as always. She wore a formal black skirt that was perfectly hemmed at just above her knees. She paired it up with a perfectly matched white shirt. She carried her grey blazer folded around her arms and her. Tugging at you. My eyes fluttered open. What I saw and felt was surreal. Monica had my shaft in her mouth and was slowly sucking on it. Her hand wrapped around the base. She was on her hands and knees, rubbing herself with her free hand as she bobbed slowly up and down on me. My eyes rolled back in my head. The last time a woman woke me this way was... well. Never. I reached out to her, placing my hand on her thigh to beckon her closer. Without losing concentration, she inched toward me, swung. I noticed that the tall Somali MILF was reading a small booklet with a green cover and some Arabic lettering on its inner pages. The cover read Fortress Of The Muslim, and I guessed it to be some kind of religious book. Not the Koran, mind you, but something containing Islamic religious texts. That’s cool, I guess. I’m all for respecting people’s right to practice their religion. The Somali lady closed her eyes and repeated some words to herself, and in that moment, my heart skipped a beat.. "Yeah. Out of the blue he asks me to dinner and then home for a nightcap. I left him talking to Phil on the blower about ten minutes before I was passing Phil's place." My god Fiona, you're nothing like that" Sarah stated regaining compassion towards her now best friend."I know, but it seemed to good to be true."A double tone interrupted their conversation. "Look Fiona, I'll call you back in two minutes, I have someone trying to get through." Okay, two minutes then."Sarah rang off then let.