He stopped directly in front of her and stared deep into her eyes for a long moment. Fatima couldn't breathe. He was absolutely gorgeous, and when he ...smiled, it took her breath away. It must have been a full minute before she realized that this gorgeous stranger was talking to her. His voice was deep and full, but became husky with lust as he almost whispered, "Lets get rid of this headscarf so we can see what's hiding underneath."He reached up and slowly undid her headscarf, letting it cascade. He was quite rotund almost fat if one is allowed to make such a commentary. She approached him cautiously not wanting to seem too forward but still in need of certain information to further her investigation. She had been really comfortable with Doctor Brown, the young forensic scientist who had been mentored by her dead husband and who she knew instinctively was often focused on her hidden undies. It was unfortunate that so many years separated them from some experimental research of a carnal. I bent over and she began to rub my ass inserting a finger. Then she spit at my virgin hole and pushed her finger in lubing my asshole. “You ready for this. Well you better be.” Then I felt something warm press into me and then beyond my virgin sphincter. I moaned in pain as I felt her thrust deep into me. Her thrusts were slow to begin but this did not last long. Soon she fucking me with all the force she could muster and I was beginning to like it. She moaned loudly and fucked my hard. My ass. Flipping through the pages, he found the photo that she had referred to and stared at it."You mean this one?"Sally looked at the open page and shook her head yes. She slid along the counter until she was right next to him, their bodies touching."Yeah, that one. Don't you think it is kinda sexy?"Tom looked into her eyes and said, "Sexy? No, I don't think it is sexy, exciting maybe, but not sexy." What's the difference?"Tom put the magazine on the counter, stood in front of Sally and slowly.