A difference was the butt that wiggled into me was covered with panties.I woke before six feeling as if I needed to run this morning. Janet was behind... me and I was still hugging the person who had crawled in bed with us. It was Fran. I moved over the top of her to go to the bathroom and get some running clothes on.I came from the bathroom and passed Fran and Janet who were headed that way. We three met on the patio and went out to the grassy area between Steve’s and Glenda’s place. We. Well I immediately thought, "Either he wants to do it here," which wasn't what I hoped for as it was cold and I'm not into outdoor stuff as it's too risky - not that there would be anyone out at that time to see us. Or "He's going to try to **** the fuck outta me." I couldn't help but notice how tall he was. Well over six foot. I'm average height, 5' 11", stocky and can take care of myself. He was also slim, so I thought if the worse comes to the worse I should do all right though it might be a. Zaid and Jamilia’s daughters did not act or dress like the white girls. They had respect for themselves and dressed accordingly as befit their customs and their religion.Zaid was happy that his daughters behaved themselves in this way; it proved that he and his wife had been good parents. He did suspect that his sons had taken pleasure in some of the white girls who they had met in his shops or at school or college. Zaid did not however, forbid his sons from using white girls, as long as they. When he finally put me down and saw me wincing he look PISSED. ‘You’re hurt?’ he basically growled. ‘No, I’ll live,’ I mumble. Damn he was so overprotective. ‘What happened?’ he demanded. ‘Who did this to you?’ he whispered in a dangerous tone. Why does he have to automatically assume I got into a fight… well that is what happened but he shouldn’t just assume that. But instead of voicing this I counter with, ‘Can we not talk about this right now?’ Nice, now everybody was going to be curious. My.