It's naturally thick and glossy. She wears her hair up in a bun and dons the traditional Muslim headscarf. Sumaya always hides her curves by wearing b...ack traditional cloaks. What people don't know, is that Sumaya wears lace thongs and push up bra's underneath her cloaks. It's the rebel in her, and she loves this secret, which is only known to her. Everyone around her has no idea...Sumaya loves this naughty, kinky side, but keeps it cleverly hidden, and only exposes it to those who will. Little did I know what awaited me when I started heading around the side of the house towards the back door. It just so happened that my room was downstairs in the finished basement area, as was one other guest room that Karen occasionally used whenever she came for a visit. The odd thing was, the light to that room was on as I glanced down and over towards it. Now being that the windows were below the level of the driveway, I actually had to get down on my hands and knees in order to look in.. “Oh Charles, what are we going to do?” Charles had brown hair combed back with tints of golden blonde on the top from the sun that lightened his hair. His eyes were blue like mine and were two or three inches taller with muscular biceps and body. He grabbed hold of my hands in his as we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. “I love you, Laney, I don’t care if we’re half brother and sister all I know is that I love you and we belong together. We’ll get married and have children and live in. I continued to suck his cock, building the tempo slowly, gradually… We both moaned, as I felt his pre-cum drip down my throat like nectar… I looked up at him on occasion and hotly said “Does it feel good when I suck your cock?” “Oh, yeah”, he cried, “I’m gonna’ suck you so fucking good, it’ll make your wife and son fucking jealous. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking…” I continued to slide my tongue and my thick lips around his cock faster and faster, as my cock strarted to drip… I heard.