"What? Are you gonna stand there and watch while I pee or what?" I laughingly shouted. "Yes," She said succinctly. "Whatever," I joked, "Well, you bet...er take a seat and grab some popcorn cause I'm about to explode." She didn't reply, only sat on the ceramic floor about two feet from the toilet facing me with a serious expression.I pulled up my skirt and down my thong panties right in front of her peering eyes. I didn't even realize what was going on until I had finished. She had pulled her. I pull out the two feathers I found (AND SAVED) and start touching her legs -- down from her knees towards her pussy. She starts giggling and I ask her not to peek; 'just play along' I said. I'm circling slowly all around her pussy, purposefully not her pussy, her buttocks, her pelvis, a bit of her stomach, and over and over again. I see her getting wet and I smell the sweet smell of pussy nectar; she moans softly. ...I have to release my cock; I quickly unbutton my fly. I start feathering her. She seemed to be thinking about them then turned back to me and stated, "Its my bike, I haven't ridden it in ages and well it needs air, the seat wiggles, and it squeaks." I smiled back at her and found myself lost in thought about what Tami thought about the panties and clothes. Rather than responding to her about her bike, I blurted out that I was spending the day reading up the 'whole' garage. I subconsciously slipped in 'whole' as a way of saying not just my daughter's panties box."Oh?". ) typically look at young African men like Ahmed with trepidation, and I think their feelings are justified, but not because I agree with their racist motivations for it, but because our long history of mistreatment and exploitation of Africa, and it's peoples, is so incredibly shameful. So, this particular form of trepidation arises (I think) out of an acknowledged, or unacknowledged, guilt for that! In fact, this is the single biggest motivator for both Alicia, and myself, for inviting Ahmed.