Mimi's mum is turned on

Marion was stunned, the most shocked that she had ever been in her life, or at least, the most astonished and astounded that she could remember; so much so in fact that she crossed her legs tightly as she did whenever she wished to heighten her physical response to those private thoughts that brought her the most glorious pleasure, which almost always dated back to her gorgeous sexual experiences at the hands of those oh-so-naughty Arab men in Kuwait.

It was only Mimi’s startled look that brought Marion back to her senses. Marion’s right hand had been virtually stuffed down between her thighs to gratify her juiced up pussy before she realised what she had been doing. The mortified blonde shook herself and placed the emphasis back on her daughter desperately hoping that Mimi hadn’t noticed.

Mimi noticed; although in a highly agitated state, she noticed. She had spent too much time in the company of Louise, Kelly and Florence recently not to recognize when another white woman had been thrilled by Arab power.

Marion placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and, as calmly as was possible, asked ‘Darling, an Algerian Muslim?’