On her head she wore the traditional hijab, much like a nun’s wimple, that hid her hair and neck. Besides, she wasn’t about to tell anyone, especially her family or the school. XXX At that moment I started to cum; more from the erotic mental stimulation than from the physical. As we moved together we were looking into each others eyes – Zina’s eyes reminded me of dark limpid pools and I could feel myself slowly drowning in them Their look conveyed to me that she trusted me like no other and I was overwhelmed by the feelings of tenderness and protection I felt for her. I could tell something was troubling Zina and one day she confided to me that she was worried about the pending circumcision.
