Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a silk blouse. ‘Jenny? What are you doing here?’ she asked in a warm and c...ring voice. ‘Megan isn’t home right now.’ I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘Well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,’ I said innocently. ‘I just need someone to talk to.’ She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery perfume. ‘O please dear, call me Tricia,’ she said. ‘What’s. She used to call me sometimes when she was alone in her house and I used to go to her house to fuck her. Once we were in her balcony, on the 12th floor, I was standing and she was kneeling down sucking my cock. Suddenly the balcony door was pushed open by her elder sister who had come over to pick up some kids clothes. She was shocked seeing her younger sister doing what she was doing and just stared at her and my cock. I tried to cover it but couldn’t and thought she would create a scene and. At that stage I was a litle flattered but insisted i had to move on. He asked where I was going and said he might see me later. I never gave it another thought as I headed off. After plenty more drinking I was dancing and flirting more. On a slow dance I even let a guy caress my arse as well as a little snog at the end. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came. Growing up near Montreal I knew a lot of Muslims, and for the most part, Muslim girls were meek, especially the veiled ones like Fowziyah. Yet I could somehow sense that she wasn’t like the others. That’s why I added her as a friend on Facebook. I added Fowziyah Mahmoud as a friend, as I said before, and let me tell you, her Facebook profile was not what I expected. Generally speaking, Muslim women are careful about what they post online. The more adventurous ones will have a few pictures of.