"Before I met you Ithought Muslim women only wore black hijabs and long dresses. Yet youare a riot of colours and wear miniskirts that are far longer...than Ithought possible." I think you Christians have an expression about being a broad churchwhich is meant to mean that there is room for differences of opinion,yet you have leaders like the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury whokind of represent the whole denomination. We Muslims think theyrepresent all of Christianity," Afroza replied. . My cheeks were so hot, I knew they had to be bright red.What kind of sick fucker gets a hard-on while dancing with his mom?Not only that - but this was the third straight day that it has happened, starting with our first dance lesson right here in our living room.That initial day, mom was facing away from me, as we (tried to) dance to some Latin music. My technique disastrous. While my legs were spread wide when I recognized the shame as I felt it grown in my pants, pressing into the small of. "If the guy called you 'Carter, ' it's got to be somebody who has heard your broadcasts," Ingmar said."It could be... the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my. All the while she was explaining that this was to be considered a treat to be savored. (We had fucked so many times before that - so she knew how I liked it). "Wet it. Wet it," she explained, "he likes it wet." Then she sat Basant and Hala next to me on the bed and they began to caress my body with their hands as Reem guided Sabah between my legs and brought her mouth to my balls. "You try now." Obviously Sabah had paid attention to Reem's example because her tongue found its way to my asshole.