“No, I just work out at home.” I said, flexing my muscles absentmindedly, observing the changes in Bhagya’s face. “I go for a jog every mornin... and an hour of workout at home.” I summarized my workout routine.I began lifting the second box, when I got an idea. “Come on, don’t jsut stand there, help me a bit!” I said.Bhagya obeyed like a slave, and immediately stood by my side and began lending me a hand in lifting the box. Both our hands touched in the process, but neither of us spoke a word.We. Before Ilearnt to submit to the will of Allah and his prophet peace be upon him.The village where I grew up was very WASP and the prevailing environmentled people to have a very toxic attitude to foreigners and I was aproduct of that environment. I hated immigrants who I felt only camehere to claim benefits from our generous benefits system. At the sametime I felt that they were here to steal our jobs and our women. Afriend has since suggested I was visualising Schr?dinger's immigrant. . Her intense scrutiny made me get even harder. I felt like a super-stud porn star right then. She'd let out a soft sigh and my cock jumped, pulsing a couple of times, as my excitement level jumped. She moaned even louder when that happened, then licked her lips and I almost lost it right there. Seeing her very pink tongue slipping slowly back and forth between her very black lips was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. They weren't huge lips like some black women but they were big and. .as he entered her again. I got undressed and sat infront of her telling her to suck on my hard cock. She wrapped her lips round my cock and sucked hard, she was also being forced onto my cock in rhythm to his fucking which was so hot. She licked up and down my shaft, all the time being pushed forward with his thrusts. I could not hold back any longer and said suck me hard, as I came in her mouth. Steve also said that he was about to cum, asking her where she wanted it...."in my cunt", this all.