Her dad had work and her brother left for coaching classes. I was alone with my cousin. I was still in bed when she finished her bath.Swetha then came...into the room with her towel wrapped around her. She was walking by when I pulled her towel off and there it was – her tear-drop shaped fleshy breasts and her medium-sized erect brown nipples! My dick was instantly up. I couldn’t resist and neither could she.My cousin jumped into the bed with me and we kissed like never before. We kissed for. I started to thrust into her, but only made about three thrust before I flooded her insides with what felt like a gallon of sticky hot jizz. Cumming in her was the best feeling I had ever had. I stayed right where I was with my cock in her for a long time. My cock had stayed hard and I started to fuck her some more and this time I lasted much longer before blowing another sticky load deep in her. This time I rolled over and looked at her wonderful cunt, it had my jizz all mixed in her bush. I told her to stop as I wanted to cum in her pussy.I made her sit on the concrete wash basin. she lifted her Ghagra. oh…man it was a hairy pussy. suddenly I remembered there was no condom…she said,” don’t worry I have been fucked only by my husband and I will not get pregnant” I had no time to take a decision as my cock couldn’t wait. I pushed it inside. She started moaning loudly and me too…suddenly the waiter knocked and said “saab slowly” I said ok. she was very hot inside. i couldn’t hold. Tall, well-dressed and handsome, the guy looked good, but I could tell that he wasn’t Somali. In a deep voice that was French-accented, he asked me if I was alright. I smiled and nodded, and thus I met Roger Duchene, the Haitian stud who stole my heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I used to be one of those Somali Muslim sisters who swore that she would never date or have any dealings with men from outside the Somali community. Well, I was wrong. I thought that Rahman Sharif was the man for me, but he.