I wanted the trophy (what else to call it) of Zaianb’s deflowerment forever. Now I have never until fucking Zainab had a ‘true’ virgin; a few gi...ls, who some ‘pencil dicked’ lucky idiot had busted; but not properly stretched, but never a truly ‘un-stretched’ and ‘unsealed’ Cunt. Zainab was therefore a very special case to me on so many levels.Ammi and Papa sat beside each other and Rida sat beside Zainab on the coach. Leaving me beside a bearded religious scholar, wearing a very impressive. ”I was ready again, she blushed, smiled at me, she looked so beautiful, like a girl I had never seen before, but somehow I was falling for her right in that moment. There was no going back at this point. She stood up, giving me a full look to inspect her as she pulled of what little clothing she was wearing, showing off every inch of her perfectly smooth, tanned skin she could. Leaning in for another kiss, pushing me down onto the bed. She sat over top of me, and smiled once again as she slowly. Unni nods his head in affirmation. “But Unni do one thing… do close the door… if Mom or Papa gets up and see you cleaning my feet,… something shall be in store for you as well as for me too… “Anita says. Anyway, Anita sees nothing wrong and stretches herself on the bed with her half of the body, from toe to torso, remaining outside the bed. “Unni, will it be alright?” Anita asks.Now, when Anita has narrated upto this point, I have asked her whether she has thought by such posturing, the. She had long curly silver blond hair and eyes so blue I could tell what color they were from this distance. She was wearing a silvery dress that was extremely low cut. In fact it was so low cut you could almost see her belly button. You could see the inside sides of her breast. Fortunately the bartender hadn’t been kidding. She had massive breasts; each one the size of a small boulder. The unfortunate part was that her dress fit so snuggly against her breasts there was no way those babies were.