The clitoris was wrinkled inside the pussy lips and blackish in color. A small piece of clitoris was swelled upwards like a mound.I couldn’t control...myself and knelt down on the floor. I lifted her right leg and kept it on my left shoulder. Then I began to sniff the unprecedented cute pussy. The pussy was full of sexy aroma and the scent made me crazy. I sniffed the whole pussy including the groin and pubic surface to asshole. I inserted my nose through the pussy lips and sniffed the densely. ... that was until my dad started dating Dalia, when I was around fifteen. Dalia was a very peaceful and loving woman, a hippie from way back and still lived that way today, I liked Dalia right from the beginning and even after three years of being together, I like her even more and of course my dad must have really really liked Dalia to be still with her after all this time.It felt so good waking up to a woman around the house again, Dalia would sing and dance and laugh a lot, and by this time. There are a lot of Haitians in the City of Gatineau, it would seem. I swear, one day, the Haitians will be one of the largest ethnic groups in Quebec, if not all of Canada. Compared to them, we Somalis are a paltry bunch, numerically speaking. Sometimes the Haitian stud comes by my job and we have lunch together. I’m not the only Muslim sister working there, and nobody spreads rumors like Islamic people, so I’ve got to be careful. My parents are really conservative and I can’t have them find. The choir was singing ‘Ave Maria’ as we walked in and found some seats. I walked up to the front of the church to light a candle for all those who couldn’t make it home for Christmas, something I still do. Sherry asked me why I did that, and I told her. With a tear in her eyes, Sherry whispered, “You’re the best, babe,” As she hugged me. After Mass, we drove my parent’s home, and then back to town to take Sherry home. When we arrived at her house, she turned to me and said, “Dean, I love.