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Muhhamad wondered if her bush between her legs was copper coloured too.

'I am muhhamad' and gave her his hand, she shook it. 'Your beautiful son ? His daddy is from our community?'

The mother blushed at muhhamad directness though her embarrassment was mixed with an awakening sexual arousal that this handsome Arab was creating in her. Should she tell him that she had been a willing white slut for a married Arab man older than her father? She was uncertain what to say to him, and saved by Jennifer who came back into the shop, without her knickers presumably as instructed. 'Look Jennt at this handsome little chap' and then to the young mother, 'I wish to be friendly always and so wish to be with you, if you ever need help or advice, or need anything, especially if you are new to the area, muhhamad is here for you-you are a single mum?'

No Arab would allow his wife to display herself in this way.
Muhammad's eyes probed the young mother for an answer to his questions. She knew he wondered and guessed about Ashley's father.

Then Jennifer bent over for a closer look at the tiny, beautiful Arabic baby, and envying how his mother had become a mother told her 'Your baby is beautiful-I wish I had a baby like him!', then, seeing her bottom stuck out in the air Zaid caught a momentary glimpse of his knicker-less assistant's cunt as her crumpled, scrunched-up skirt was pulled up; pink, beautiful lips spread in need of cock; he had to mount her, muhhamad had an intense urge to have her. His cock was now an unyielding ebony cannon stretching up out of his underwear.

The mother didn't see the cunt-it was visible only for a split-second but she did see an unmistakable blob of thick, gooey semen on Courtney's inner thigh; clearly the muhhamad had recently shot his load; the tall pretty redhead's need for cock if there was any chance, any prospect of this Arabic man coveting her she had to demonstrate acquiescence-she had to risk the possibility of disclosure and criticism of her behaviour; she apprehensively glimpsed flirtatiously at him, slowly ran her tongue along her lips, lightly ran her fingers across her full, heavy nursing breasts, rubbing her protruding, dark, nipples through the thin material of her blouse and then deferentially bowed her head, her heart thudding, praying that she had enticed him .

She became the mother of a mixed-race baby now living in an apartment.