She tastes sparkling clean and fresh. She starts to shriek at the end of each breath and I wonder if they can hear her at the Hall. The temptation to ...ear off my shorts and bury my cock in her pussy is tremendous. I'm stopped by the thought that she is probably a virgin. So I use my mouth to push her relentlessly toward a thunderous and very loud climax. Then absolute silence. I look up at her as I wipe my face with a handkerchief and realize that she has fainted.With a hurt ankle she probably. I felt his hardness against my pussy and he slowly planted himself inside me, inch by inch, deeper and deeper. ‘Ohh god… god, yes, yes.’ Together we moved in sequence. I could feel his warm breath on my breasts as he licked and teased them with his tongue. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers through his hair and down his back. I wanted to trace my long nails down his back, digging them in as I scaled his skin. ‘Take the blindfold off baby, take it off, please!!’ His body slowed down on mine. I was going to be her crusader, herknight in shining armour.Only now at her mosque I realised I was lost. I had thought of women asinferior, I had thought of Islam as inferior. Allowing Mum to put thischador on me and to put makeup on my face had been an act of submission.In submission to my mother and her new found religion I now felt part ofsomething at last, I had felt wanted, I had felt part of a community butbanging round in your head as my story is being told to you is the factthat I. I was envious, I envied everything about them, I envied everything about being a woman, the way they could get dressed, the way that they expressed themselves, the way that they could feel sexy without being bothered, their figures.I started night and day, dreaming about being a woman, I no longer looked at women as the other gender, but as the gender I had to be, mind you, I wasn't gay, but I still looked at men and wondered, wondered about being with them while being a woman and as my.