I wondered if he had had any kind of sex at all. Memories of Jedi flooded my mind and I remembered Leia's camera. I looked around, but no one was reco...ding it. They all were staring with great intensity though. I had been so proud of my teaching skills. Was I destined to teach teenagers how to have sex? Is that the teacher I was to become? The thought weighed heavily on my mind.My attention was drawn back to between my legs when I felt movement. The boy was shifting. His finger was still inside. The next morning I snuck out of the apartment a bit earlier and went to work. For the first time in my life I was at work an entire hour earlier. Actually, the work calmed me a bit and made me feel more focused, which ultimately helped me to understand what happened last night: I ate Muslim dick and I liked it.It’s an early afternoon and I’m back to the apartment with some groceries that I picked on my way home. Here goes nothing I guess, our first post-blowjob conversation. I enter the. Personal question?’ I asked tentatively. ‘Of course dear, what do you want to know?’ Urealla said with an inviting smile as she continued to work away preparing the meal and clean the house. ‘Well, first of all, are you married?’ I asked nervously starting my curious line of questioning. ‘Yes, and old enough to be your Grandmother luv.’ Urealla laughed heartily as she grabbed my chin and kissed my cheek and I laughed with her and shook my head. ‘Well, does your husband have other wives?’ I. Together, we studied and prepared until test time. It came as no surprise that she passed, but it was somewhat of a surprise that I passed as well. What neither of us knew was her husband was about to be transferred to another state, and thus, the transfer she had just been approved for, would become my new job. I had wanted to be an English teacher when I went to school, but my college advisor talked me into becoming an elementary school teacher instead, citing that it would be easier for me.