Rana in Mabel's house

‘Hello, I am Rana, and I help to farm white women for our Arab Muslim community, and I couldn't help but notice the tell-tale signs of submissive white pleasure on your pretty french face when you look upon our three beautiful young white cows; is it okay if I come in?’.

Mabel, flustered, shocked, embarrassed, white and thoroughly vanquished, stood aside as the confident older Arab lady walked past her into Mabel’s front room.

Rana smiled and said ‘it’s completely natural for you to love to Arab-fucked white women’ and with Mabel too stunned to react, Rana looked up the stairs and said your view is from upstairs I think?’ and went up.

Mabel, now utterly conscious of the nakedness up her skirt, shuddered as she knew her wet knickers would be seen by this dominant Arab lady, and rushed up after Rana but it was too late, Rana had a litheness that belied her years and stood in Mabel’s front bedroom, beaming in triumph as she bent down to pick Mabel’s wet underwear.

‘You love that Louise, the leggy blonde, has two mixed race Arab babies?’

Rana sniffed the knickers and added ‘ah yes, the familiar perfume of wet white french pussy!’

Mabel stared at Rana with her blue eyes, wide open, hardly able to believe what was happening in her own front bedroom!

Rana sat on Mabel’s bed and summoned the stunned flustered white women to her. Mabel obeyed, mortified that her naked cunt was now less than two feet from the Arab lady, hidden only by Mabel’s skirt.

As both women briefly looked at the knickers on the floor, one on triumph, the other in defeat, Mabel caught her breath and almost swooned as her skirt was pulled up to her waist.