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Even if she was the only one who knew it existed, it didn't matter, because to her, it felt like a tiny sort of rebellion to the strict rules of her religion and culture. And for now, for Fatima, this was enough. She finished off her outfit with a full blue headscarf and had minimal makeup on. Some black eye pencil, a dash of bronze blush and some lip gloss. She looked pretty, but decent, pretty, but modest. She had charmed her dad's business partner two evenings ago at dinner and he had liked Fatima so much, he'd called yesterday and asked if he could bring over his divorced son to meet her. Ofcourse her parents had readily agreed and had gone to great lengths to prepare the best for tonight's dinner. Fatima sighed, wondering vipissy how bad this guy was going to be. If he looked anything like his father, it'd be a sad disappointment, because Ahmed Patel had just turned sixty and was short, with a huge Golden Showers pot belly, and was semi bald with round, red, puffy cheeks that glistened with constant perspiration. Her mind wandered back to the events of two days ago where she had met that gorgeous stranger at the park and had scandously gone down on him. She wished now she'd gotten his name because she couldn't stop thinking about how he'd made her feel. She'd felt alive Pissing for the first time in her entire life, and the rush was amazing. She'd never given her ex husband a blow job, but somehow with this stranger it had felt so right, so natural. And when he exploded in her mouth, she completely shocked herself by allowing it all to go down her throat. She had loved the taste of his salty cum in her mouth and had realized that she loved being dominated by him in this way. Fatima was always an independent woman who firmly believed she was equal to men and always opted to be in control of every situation. This was her way of keeping her feminist side active and alive. Yet somehow, two days ago, she had to be fully dominated by this nameless man, to be at his total mercy. She had wanted him to control her in every way possible and this realization completely repulsed and exhilarated her. She was beginning to discover aspects of herself that were unimaginable, but somehow it was slowly liberating her. She wished she'd gotten that strangers name or atleast his phone number, because she really would like to feel him inside her, if only just once. The craving had increased tremendously over the last two days and the amount of times Fatima had played with herself to this notion was staggering. She heard her mother calling her from the kitchen and quickly snapped back to reality, chastised herself for where her thoughts had gone and vowed to forget about the park incident and move on. Besides, she was possibly meeting her future husband in an hour, so she needed to be on her best behavior and forget about all the scandalous endeavors she'd embarked on recently. It was time to be real, to be Muslim and to be Fatima! She got up with a determined look and marched out of her bedroom to help her mother in the kitchen. She was piss still helping her mother in the kitchen when their guests arrived. Fatima's mother told her to finish up with the tea while she went out to welcome the guests, and to also have a look at Ahmed Patels son. Fatima rolled her eyes and groaned inwardly at the amount of excitedness her mother portrayed. Her mother took off her apron, and practically raced out of the kitchen to join her husband in welcoming their guests. peeing Fatima couldn't help but overhear all the pleasantries and greetings between everyone. She heard her mother being introduced to a guy by the name of Irfaan. Aaahhhh, Irfaan Patel, nice name, she thought and then she heard a deep, rich male voice greeting his mother politely. That voice immediately made her think of the nameless stranger and the way he'd sounded. She felt a shiver rush through her at the memory of his husky voice as he'd taken her to the brink of ecstacy. She instantly became horny and her pussy became moist with desire. She shifted herself from one foot to the other in order to stop her pussy from tingling so much. She cursed under her breath. "Stop being foolish Fatima and get a grip!" It was such a special place for our family. Once she was finished he smacked his lips once or twice, his mind finding a new track to focus on, this one causing him some legitimate worry, “How… How am I going to get past mom?” A jock was standing in front of her. I didn’t want it to be held at the Hawk as that would interrupt with the work going on here. I sank into his flesh. She dried off, wrapped her wet hair piss in a towel and headed back to her bed. That one hurt like hell. As Pissing soon as she partially Golden Showers recovers, Ben moves up and peeing passionately kisses her. It'll be so much fun! Jenny came up to me and kissed me. It was a different taste then pussy, but was not objectionable. Her eye makeup is super dark but her thin lips vipissy aren't as heavily done as usual. Whoever it was knocked and walked right in. The person yelled out, “Ray?