The long garment sheltered her somewhat from the hot sun, one of the original, practical reasons for the style. As she walked, she noticed the men loo...king at her, most surprised and some approving to see the old-style garment she wore. With a grin, she would look down demurely in the old Arab style. Some of the women who saw her frowned; it had taken almost a century to escape the rigid codes, and they really didn't want to go back.In the souk, Pru saw Jazira looking over the selections at a. The morning rush was always intense. First on the public transportation and then the intense crowd on the elevators. It seems everyone was always late and rushing. On one particular rainy morning I was to be at the office ready for a important meeting. I needed to be sexy to get my point across so I wore a short skirt suit without my nylons. I throw my raincoat on and rushed out to get the train. I thought I would caught my regular train car so I would cock watch. Many men seem to have a. I started to lick the whole thing, up and down. "I like that, but I want you to open my lips." It should be stated, whatwver Cindy's perceived physical imperfections, her pussy was genuinely beautiful. Lush, fleshy lips covered by fine hair parted at my fingers. She was wet. Not dripping or anything, but noticeably wet. I started to stick my tongue directly inside her, thinking this was what she wanted."Oooohhh", she breathed, "that is so good. Don't stop. Oh yeah, lick my pussy. Ohh, so. You know, this shirt actually has a purpose, it's not just an attention getter.” “I believe you. But you're not easy to miss. It's a bright color for your tan skin, and it's pretty tight. Shows you off a bit.” “I suppose it does, doesn't it?” “M-hm.” “I know. A man shouldn't flaunt, lest he comes off too cocky.” “Not at all. I was actually admiring you after you came in. Can't even deny it!” “Well thank you! I appreciate your honesty. Can't say that I mind being checked out by such an.