While lifting her burqa she spread her legs open in anticipation of what was coming. Donte stopped her hands. "Leave it on, it will serve as a reminde... to you of what a Muslim slut you are. Oh look, you like being called a Muslim slut, look how wet your cunt is getting. You want this black cock in your tight little Muslim cunt don't you," he taunted her laughing. Fahima felt a little guilty and shy. Guilty because there was man who was not her husband looking at her naked body. A few hours ago. He turned around, storming out of the house and making for the sluice gate. His father followed after him, but his mother fell to her knees, clinging to her husband’s leg and preventing him from pursuing their son.“Let him go,” she begged, “he may yet come to his senses!”A few of the villagers who were still working the fields nearby or carrying sundries to and fro paused to watch the commotion, Satou keeping his eyes fixed on the forest as he marched away from the village. He vanished between. " OK. Look, I'm sorry Lynn. I know how much you were looking forward to our going. I will make it up to you." It's all right Gary. I'll see you later tonight."The disappointment rested heavily upon her. This was the first time in months they had planned a real night out together. She had also hoped for a romantic interlude upon their return. It had been almost two weeks since they had made love and Lynn was again beginning to question her own sensuality. She spent the evening reading but her. I watched in amazement as his cock head appeared and hid as I pulled his extra skin back and forth. "It's called foreskin," he told me, before I could even ask him. "All men are born with it on their cocks," he told me, too. I didn't have any 'foreskin' on mine though. I reckon he could see the confusion still etched on my face. "When boys are born most of them are circumcised." Again, that look of confusion was on my face and even I could sense its presence. "It's what the doctors do to baby.