“Ben, I thought you wanted to ask me something. I like it, but this is not exactly asking Hun.” Margaret said, looking into his young eager eyes. ...“Margaret, since you took my. Since we had sex for the first time. All I can think about is having sex with you again. You are an amazing lover. I loved every moment of the time I spent in your bed. I want to feel that again. I want to walk in your secret garden once again. Margaret may I…” Ben spoke, but Margaret cut him short. Margaret simply pulled. "Erm.. sure when would you like it booked in for?" You smirk "how's about right now". Stunned by your forward approach he says "I was just heading home but sure". "I specialise in deep tissue massages". "That's perfect I like it nice and deep" you say with a wink as you lead him upstairs. "How do you want me?". "Just on the bed is fine". You strip off and lay down on your stomach. You hear the sound of the oil being squirted into his hand. His touch is cold at first as he gently places his. But I also didn’t think for a moment to doubt it.I had never looked at Wendy with any kind of romantic or sexual interest at all, she was just Ben’s cute, bubbly little sister. Now I scanned the pool to find her, and when I did my cock shot up like a rocket and aimed itself right at her. Gracie kept talking but I’m not entirely sure of anything she said after that. My mind was watching Wendy, and my penis was already taking control of the thinking.Somehow, I had to make this story come true.. My name is Amina Khalid and I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life as a Muslim woman in the Canadian Capital isn’t easy, because of the expectations of my traditional Muslim family and the temptations and needs I have as a young Black woman. For all of the reasons, it’s not easy to be me. If you saw me, you wouldn’t give me a second look. Or perhaps you would. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, a bit chubby, with light brown skin and long curly black hair which I always tuck away under.