She wore a black jilbab with a black hijab and black sunglasses. She had fair skin and nice lips. To my luck she happened to be holding up a sign with...my name on it. I went up to her and said, “I think you’re my tour guide Ms...?”“Ali, but you can call me Fatima.”The voice of a goddess, I could tell that this trip was going to be a great one. She told me to follow her so that I could claim my baggage. As she walked ahead of me I couldn’t help but look at her ass. Each step she took her big ass. I figure by the time they received it, I'd already be in the air. Once I was done with that, I went online and did a search for addresses and phone numbers integral to my plan.At 1:30p.m. the following day, I checked my bags at the airport. At 3:05, I was in the air heading to the Ukraine. The flight took something like a day, but it gave me a chance to refine my plan. Though I was scared shitless, I knew my cause was just and that gave me the strength to carry on.The next day, I arrived at. I was confused as to why it felt good and why I was able to enjoy it since I was not gay at all. I had always assumed that, if a guy ever touched me, I would immediately get soft. This did not happen and I had to admit it was feeling good. We continued to rub and stroke each other. It was so different having someone else do it as opposed to myself. After a while Dave suggested we go lay on the floor in the living room. I agreed. We went to the floor and kept the lights out. It wasn’t pitch. And take pleasure she did. As her belly swelled, the Enchantress was delighted to find that other changes were taking place as well. Her breasts swelled as well, filling with sustenance for her coming progeny, her hair became even more lustrous, and her skin even more sensitive. She felt more alive, more sensual than she ever had before, and she found herself feeling certain needs with a greater urgency than she had before in her life. Those parts of her body of a sensual nature became so.