The blouse fell from her arms. Philip stared at her pastel peach lace bra. She smiled to herself when his hand trembled slightly as he reached behind ...er to unhook her skirt. It fell to her feet.His sharp gasp pleased her.“Jesus, Alia. Did my daughter...”Alia laughed. Sia had been very specific. Lacy bra, dark stockings and garter and, surprising Alia, gossamer full cut panties she’d normally associate with her own mother. The pastel peach material was thin and translucent, showing the dark. They were a Muslim couple , the husband looked like a strict man but was very polite when I met him. His wife was in a jilbab and a niqab on so I her face was covered by a veil. I couldn’t tell if she had a pretty face but her eyes were very beautiful, because of her pretty eyes I could tell that she was smiling at me when I met them. Her husband said her name is Fatima and she will be the one to be at home most of the time since he doesn’t allow her to have a job. Throughout this whole time. His cock was smaller and smooth. We started to fondle our organs, I rubbed his penis and fondled his balls. He lifted my hands under his shirt. He had nice round breasts and as I played with them, his nipples hardened. He lifted his shirt so I could suck his nipples. As I sucked one I played with his other breast. I could feel his penis hardening even more. Oh darling he moaned I want to suck yours. I settled down and he started to suck my cock he was really good, his tongue and hot mouth. She let out a moan as she got more comfortable reclining the seat. The last straw was when she gently kicked off her sandals and put her bare feet on my dash board. She rubbed her feet against each other and arched her heals pointing her toes to rub her toes along the bottom of her opposite heel. I pulled off the street and into a small vacant parking lot behind an empty store. I came to a stop and as soon as I slid it into park I slid my hand off the wheel and onto her inner thigh. mmm,.