I do not want people to stare! And, I do not want my hair styled pert. I do not like that, Bert-in-Skirt. Pantyhose! Pantyhose! Pantyhose! Pantyhos...e!Could you, would you wear pantyhose? No pantyhose. No panties pink. No lacy bra -- Bert you stink! I would not wear what's in that box. I would not wear schoolgirl knee socks. I would not wear a girly blouse, Especially not "around the house!" I would not like a dress to wear. I would not do this anywhere! I do not want my hair styled. She crossed her legs and he savoured the view while she talked.He knew of her college, he knew many Somali guys studied there.'You are a beautiful girl my love, have any Somali students asked you for dates, have any of them been lucky enough for you to say yes?' He asked it in such a way that couldn't help but tell him everything, she admired them, many were very attractive and she was indeed very drawn to them, and yes, she would love to have a Somali boyfriend one day. He smiled. I don’t know how luck favored me and I got to know about a little hole in the door of the bathroom. I just waited for her to go to the bathroom but I couldn’t do anything for 2 days as my parents were at home.On the third day, they went to work and as my sister went into the bathroom I became super excited and slowly sat beside the door and peeped into it. To my fortunes, I could clearly see my sister opening all her clothes but I cud only see her ass and back as she was facing the other side.. After a minute it was now time for the real action, time for his cock to enter in to my juicy pussy. He made me lie below him and lifted my legs on his shoulder and inserted his hard cock in to my waiting juicy pussy. He stroked slow initially, holding my boobs while stroking. I was enjoying. He was enjoying too. Slowly he picked up the pace and I was moaning “aaahhhh ahhhh hard please hard”. My moan made him hornier and he started to pump me so hard that the bed started to make noise.I was.