“Mr Randell,” said Vice Principal Hinterberry, “this is Dr Langridge from the City Mental Health Hospital. He’s the psychiatrist treating a fr...end of your sister, Daisy Wilkins.”That meant he’d driven some fifty odd miles from the city to visit our school, and would have a similar length journey back again. That meant his reason had to be important.Dr Langridge stood up and and we started shaking hands.“It’s refreshing to meet someone your age so open about their sexuality,” said Dr Langridge.. Her legs were firm and shapely, moving up to her nice round and perhaps fat ass. Her waist was a little thick but good for her age. Her tits were absolutely the stars of the show. They were 44gg and they did sag just right. Growing up my mother would come out of the bedroom topless. Dad would say Martha cover yourself and chuckle. Other times she would have on her bra but only a garter belt and nylons, no panties. I always liked the fact that she always had a hairy cunt. The days she came out. Looking at the murder mystery books I ran through the titles for my mother, I'd gone through about twenty titles when mum suddenly had me stop."That last one." she said."What, See It Again Sam?" I replied reaching for the book."That's the one." she grinned.I read the precise to her and she grinned, Sam was a blind woman involved in a murder, it appealed to my mother so we headed for the desk to book it out. Outside once again with the book stuffed in mum's handbag I set our path towards home,. You lean down and grab hold her soft boobs in your hands. And start riding harder, like you are a horse jockey trying to win a race. Jamila is wailing again, but you are close now, so close. Keep on riding this hijabi bitchs ass and think of all the hijabis that teased and frustratedYou. Nehal the bitch who lives down the street, Mediha At uni, aliya and abida from work, ruksana the librarian. Your own sister safina. Your own hijabi sister safina, a flash of when you saw her getting fucked.