He wrapped his arms around Diana's waist, bent his head down and said quietly in his deep, sexy voice, "Yes, my love, I believe you now."He crushed hi... mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and dug her hands into his hair. He dragged his mouth from hers and was kissing down her neck to her left shoulder when they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.Then they heard Ward's voice. "Excuse us, but are we interrupting something here?"Yes. " Hush! I don't want to talk about it."I was taken back by the harsh way he had spoken to me."Daddy, please." No. It shouldn't have happened." But I liked it." I don't want to talk about it." I don't care if you don't want to talk about it. I do!"He lifted his eyes from his bowl, and gave me an angry look."I said no, I am your father, and you will listen to me!"Daddy had never spoken to me like that before. I didn't know what to do, I was confused and hurt and I began to cry. He came out of his. I stand five feet eight inches tall, chunky but funky, with light brown skin and long, curly Black hair. Why do I mention my hair? Because it matters to me. Most of all. I wear the hijab because I want to, not because anyone forces me to. I’m submissive to God, not Man. Most men you see walking around the Canadian capital are a bunch of fools anyway. Why would I feel submissive toward any of them? Any woman who thinks men are better just because they have an XY chromosome needs to have her. I gently tugged on them so as to take as long as possible. When I finally got them out of her I held them up to my nose, she leaned in closer, and the two of us inhaled deeply.I asked, “Can I smell the real thing now?”She looked around for a nice soft spot to lie on. I watched her lie down, lean back, and open her legs up for me. I knelt down between them, leaned in, and rested my forehead on her pubic mound. I inhaled her odor and said, “Wow! You smell wonderful. I wish my wife smelled like.