I gently tugged at her nightie sliding it up her hips. Thank god she wore nylon panties. The smoothness allowed her nylon nightie to easily slide up e...xposing her panty cover ass. Now the difficult part of my plan was to figure out how I was going to lift the gusset of her panties away so I could see her hairy cunt. I knelt down on the floor beside her and began lightly touching the bunched up material at the center of her womanhood. The leg bands of her panties were tight against her skin but I. I’m a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but got sent here by my parents for school because I was having too much fun at Emerson College down in the Bean. Ever since I came to Canada’s Capital region, I’ve been obsessed with Somali women. They’re obscenely hot but like to hide it because of the whole Islamic modesty thing. What’s a brother to do? Especially since I get a raging boner every time I see a. . I command the ship, so I had to be there with them, at least on this mission. We'll work things out in the future. I know that Whitworth didn't want me to be part of the rescue last night, but the team needed to be there in a hurry. The only way to do that was by using the Ship. So I had to go whether Whitworth liked it or not."And before you ask, we eventually had our debriefing breakfast after we returned from the mission where we found the Ship and I got trashed by that sniper. I fucked up. “I’d almost forgotten how good this is,” I chuckled, pasting my face with the rather large gusset of her undies.“Some things never change matey,” she answered. “That meal your mum did for us last night was epic, so good to be back where a proper meal exists beyond Moule Frittes. Anyway, now normal service has been resumed in my diet, you going to shag the arse off me as usual Jim?”“Your arse’d be easier to find Gran, as long as you turn over,” I ventured.“OK give me a hand,” she responded,.