There are black lesbians, white lesbians, Hispanic lesbians, Arab lesbians, Jewish lesbians, Muslim lesbians and so on. When I tell people that I am a...woman who loves women, they are often shocked. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy and dark-skinned, and I typically wear the Hijab and a traditional long skirt. I am a pious Muslim woman. And I eat pussy. The unique, lovely and fearless woman who awakened my long-repressed desires is Zainab Kader, and we met at the local mosque, of all. Wasting no time at all, I needed to feel the friction of him inside me and supported myself placing my hands on his chest and slide my pussy up and down his length. My wet channel made the thrusting of his cock feel amazing. I needed another of his passionate kisses and we were just getting started. Leaning forward, I sucked on his lower lip until he caught the nape of my neck with his hand and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I’m desperate to come, climbing. I peered over the bed at the torso floating above where I had been sleeping. Kate looked back at me in annoyance. She was wearing half of the skintight black dress illusion she normally wore around me, but it stopped short at where her hips would have been.She crossed her arms. "Yes, yes, I'm alive, no thanks to you, dumm-- er, Tom." She looked upset but not murderous."You...you don't want to kill me...?"She made a sour face. "I did at first...getting cut in half fucking hurt! But after I was. My family has me trapped here and could not move to Arizona with you. I am so sorry." Darla broke down and began to cry. She knew things were not working out as we had planned in Italy. We can see each other going our separate ways. "Well. Darla, I am taking my GI Bill and going to Arizona State University for an MA in Educational Administration and hopefully the start of a career. Since we aren't going together, how about dinner this evening at some nice restaurant. One last time together.".