I could no longer resist so I told the boyfriend to wait while I talked to his girlfriend in the stairway. He didn’t respond and he was staring past...my shoulder at nothing in particular. It seemed as if whatever he had ingested was taking control of his body. I opened the stairway door and motioned for the girlfriend to follow me. The stairway was abandoned of people because nobody from the floor wanted to go upstairs and I was not letting anyone downstairs. I locked the doors so that nobody. I pulled it off my chest. I could feel the warm sun on my tender breasts. The feel of the breeze aroused me and hardened the nipples.She watched as I anxiously undressed. I pulled down my panties along with my leggings. My pussy wasn't shaved but she didn't seem to mind. She reached over and grabbed some sunscreen."Have a seat and enjoy yourself."I sat down in the pool chair next to hers. I rubbed the sunscreen all over my body."Shouldn't we be worried about being seen," I asked?"Why, my. You have to give up what you've just left behind. Leave it there, behind, don't go back. Face what you find down this road. And you'll find what you need." Thanks Miss, I guess. I'll keep that in mind. Still, something familiar about you. You have a name?" The woman smiled at the baffled man. He felt comfort at last."Monica." The woman walked off into the forest. Peter looked away from her, trying to shove her out of his mind. The road she had suggested was definitely the rockier path, he could. When a Muslim woman, who has no children, gets a divorce, she's automatically expected to return to her parents home, and wait until a new suitable candidate can be found. Sumaya never really cared for the religious doctrines, and she only agreed to these religious rules for the sake of her parents. If her parents caught even a whiff of her unorthodox housewife profession, they'd probably disown her. She lied and pretended to be a professional online blogger. It sounded fancy, and since her.