Actually, the work calmed me a bit and made me feel more focused, which ultimately helped me to understand what happened last night: I ate Muslim dick...and I liked it.It’s an early afternoon and I’m back to the apartment with some groceries that I picked on my way home. Here goes nothing I guess, our first post-blowjob conversation. I enter the apartment and he greets me with the sweetest smile.Samer: hello my friend, I just finished with my noon prayer and I am so glad that you are home. How. She reached down to unfasten my jeans, sliding my thong off with them at once. She checked out my naked body and smiled, appreciating my own beauty. Once again kissing my tummy, her hands began going further up my thighs. Amazed at the sensation of her delicate hands making their way toward my pussy, I instinctively began to open my legs slightly. She took that as an invitation. Planting light kisses lower and lower on my tummy, she soon reached my little red landing strip. She started to lick. Part IIICarol moved up onto me and sat on my face. As she leaned over and took my young dick in her mouth, her love lips engulfed my face. I breathed in and as she slurped on my cock I took in her pussy's fresh musk. Her plump ass on my face smelled like fresh fruit. I could smell the estrogen seeping from her vulva and as I started pumping my dick down her throat, her lips tightened around it, her tongue giving it gentle strokes. I grabbed Carol's thighs and rubbed them, feeling around to her. She urged me to fuck her but I inserted my finger and masturbated to release my cum. She was very unhappy and some how I managed that day. After this incident, touching her cunt became frequent for me. The situation came to such levels that I wanted her daily and she wanted me more. One fine day she washed her private parts and came and said to me to fuck her lying on the floor. There was nobody at home. I lifted her saree and pavada & she did not let me sip her breast because normally I will.