My mother told me a lot of things about her old life in Somaliland. The brutal things that Somali men did to Somali women in the name of Islamist patr...archal domination. And Somali women simply went along with it because they didn’t know any better. My mother raised me to be a strong woman and told me to never submit to any man’s will. Men were nothing without women. Islam taught men that women were inferior creatures. Two things mattered to me more than anything, my feminist identity and my. Pool was about 4 and a half feet deep where I was sitting. She came close and kept her hands on my thighs with her eyes staring in my eyes. She had a very sexy and seductive smile all this time and she started rubbing her hands on my thighs. I was hard in a flash and kept my beer on the side while Julie’s hands were shifting from my thighs to my back. As soon as she reached my back, she pulled me inside the pool with a short loud laugh. She did not waste any time and hugged me while pushing me. Just then, he swiftly pulled out of me and dragged me by the hips off the couch. I came crashing down on my knees and when I turned around, he was stroking his cock quickly, with my vaginal juices dripping from his fingers. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and looked up and him, waiting with my mouth agape and tongue out.He stroked his long, thick shaft until ropes of thick, hot cum shot out, landing on my face and opened mouth. As his pulses of cum became shorter, he drained the rest into my. He pulled his foreskin down tightly, and with his free hand began to tease and play with his cock’s bulbous red helmet. Andrea covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle any sound that might come out. Her mind reeled and she desperately wanted to runaway and hide. No mother should see her c***d masturbate, it was something that should be done in private.Yet, Andrea could not make herself move. To make matters worse, she sensed her breasts beginning to swell and a pleasurable warm moist.