A young woman, maybe twentyfive, came out of the back room. She had long, blonde-streaked dark wavy hair, bright blue eyes and full lips. Quite pretty... overall. She was also quite large. She was wearing a terry cloth dress cut several inches above her knees, with a strapless, stretch top. And the top was really stretched by a pair of nearly huge tits, resting on her large belly. It was difficult not to stare, but I did try. After a little banter, she told me she'd give me a haircut, but we'd. Then I did a little dance, my pecker sticking straight out and so hard, it hurt. We both laughed some more and she commented on my nice package. Diane asked if her daughter enjoyed my cock. I told Diane that we haven’t done that yet and that I was still a virgin and hoping to change that soon. Then I told Diane that she was smoking hot and that her boyfriend Doug was a lucky man. Diane looked back at me and said that there was no way I was a virgin. She said she had never been with a virgin.. Mo didn’t have any option other than to agree about trying the track, really, so it wouldn’t hurt to include him.“Okay,” Mo nodded. They were all being okay with him. So many thoughts had been running through his head, he just didn’t know any more. How could he be a racist when Islam wasn’t a race? His imam hadn’t actually disagreed with one single thing Mia had accused him of, had he? Why hadn’t Mia continued her attack on him? Why wasn’t Grace looking scornful, when Mia must have told her. Iwasn't too wild about that but that evening, after a light supper, wewent up to our room and he pulled out a bunch of women's magazines and welooked through them at the different examples of makeup styles, gigglingand commenting on how many of them looked extreme, and ended up decidingthat just a little eye shadow, and blush and lip gloss would be good tostart out with. It was really neat just lying on the bed with Romey,snuggled up against each other while we browsed through the magazines -we.