“ so love have you been out dressed as a girl?”“no.” I said, “I couldn’t do that someone might recognise me.”“well I hardly recognised...you and if I put your wig and make up on I can make you look like a different person then we can go shopping together.”“why do we need to go shopping?”“because we have to get you your own clothes. I don’t want any more cum stains on mine.”“but mum I like wearing yours they smell of you.”“well I’ll wear your new stuff for a couple of days then you have them,. Then she roared with laughter.I mean, she really let loose. Her laugh was full-throated, but neither Hebe nor I dared to join her. The most we could do was look quickly at each other before returning our eyes to Mrs. H.Her laughter subsided a little and she wiped her eyes where the tears had started. She tried to speak, but laughter prevented it once more. Finally, she gathered herself together enough and, after a couple of hiccups, looked at us again."Oh my lord. Look at the two of you."There. Raesah was taught at a very young age about the importance of hijab and how Muslim women should cover up their beauty like pearls are covered by shells. But yet with only Raesah's face and hands being visible her physical attributes would still bring joy and pleasure to many of the male students. Raesah had a extremely fair skin and could potentially pass for a Western woman if it were not for her clothing and her Egyptian heritage.Raesah would come home to her three k**s and husband and would. ”“TMI, mom, TMI!”“If you want to kiss it, I wouldn’t mind!”I held one lip delicately between my thumb and forefinger as I trimmed her pussy hair. Mom was so wet. my fingers kept slipping. I repeatedly dried my fingers on the towel.I gently pushed her ass cheeks apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom’s pussy near her anus. I leaned in close, carefully trimming them. Her swollen labia lay open, revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed.