He did not know what he wanted to do with his life now. Discovering hewas a sissy had changed all of that!Saturday morning he just lounged around his ...oom. He put on lightmakeup, a thin coating of lip gloss and just a hint of eye shadow beforegoing down to breakfast. His father stared at him as he ate his cerealand toast. "Have you cut your hair differently, Archie?" Fred asked.Archie blushed and nodded. Fred said, "It looks different. Nice, butdifferent." and then buried his nose back in his. Now you've seen just about everything, right? I shudder to think about what the Prophet Mohammed would say if he knew there were Muslim swingers out there. Dear Khadija and Kasim, I promise you that you haven't seen anything yet!I flipped Kasim on his back and raised his hairy legs in the air while pumping my cock into his asshole. He just lay there and took it like the bitch he was. I always knew that underneath all their religious craziness and macho swagger, Muslim guys were punks and Kasim. I was about to comment when the lights went on and Trio took the stage. The Fleet Center had been sold out but since it was more than an hour before the main event was scheduled to start, the arena was one-quarter empty.Still, the group lit into a song that I hadn't heard before. It was good, though.Melissa still had hold of my arm but she had released me from her grasp. She was smiling now at least."Must be new stuff," I opined."Not really," Melissa told me. "It's off their first album. It was. I asked Miya to stand rear guard and to seal the deal I fondled her left tit and kissed her. She readily agreed to the chore. Liya and Shanana had stayed with the group of women and Dana was by my side stroking my cock through my jeans every so often.We traveled at a slow walk for about fifteen minutes when Miya called out she saw the others coming. I stopped the caravan to wait. Shortly the group of women and their protectors rejoined the caravan. Each one had a large basket filled to the brim.