She looked through all the close and decided on a nice sleek short black dress. This one was her favorite. As she slid it on it hugged her body nicely... It accented her breasts in just the right way. Showing off the curves. As she turned different ways looking in the mirror again she started thinking back to her encounter with Lalitha earlier. The way Lalitha felt, her smell. The way Lalitha teased her and made her cum. Oh god she thought she was wet again. She hadn’t put her thong panties on. "Would you like something to drink?" No, thank you," I responded, seeing she was responding well to my polite and well mannered replies. "I should be fine until dinner. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite." Well then... Dinner should be ready around five. Lee, could help your father bring the extra chair in here? I'm in the middle of making my pumpkin pies." Yes, mother," Lee said with a touch of annoyance in her voice. Jennifer and I just stood there until her mother went back to the kitchen. The thought of a pious muslim girl with a white or black guy mmmmm the things i'd do to see this happen, i want my future wife to be used and abused like a proper hijabi slut, and my ultimate fantasy is to be there for her all the way, watch her and clean up after her lover, sure you can call me gay i don't care, but i just find it hot! Some of the horniest and naughtiest of girls i've met have been muslim hijabi girls, under the act most of them are so horny it's beyond explaining, actually. You lifted me up like a feather. A little white girl like me is nothing in your arms.I got scared then. You told me to push down on the cock however your cock is so big. It was so tight. Quanesha said it would hurt at first then get better. I pushed and pushed and got my little pussy a little way down your cock. Then it wouldn’t go any more. You pulled down on me and I screamed, sorry Daddy, and I felt something tear and then I felt water running out of my pussy. Then I looked down and saw.