Mikey smiled and quickly took the luggage from her and started heading down the hallway to his room. Silly followed behind him with a smile on her fac... the whole time. After entering his room and sitting the case down, Mikey turned around to find Silly just inches from him. He took her in his arms and the two of them kissed. Slow and tender at first, then as their passion for one another built so did their kiss. Silly stepped back and started to undress Mikey. Removing his shirt, and running. My last scheduled interview was with Summer. She looked positively edible in a summer-weight peasant dress that no peasant could ever have afforded. Her golden hair was piled on her head in what looked like a haphazard fashion, just like that pivotal night on the campaign jet, when she let me in on some of her secrets.Summer’s summer dress accentuated her thirty-four “C” chest. Those perfect breasts called out to me like the mystical sirens of the high Greek mythology. She dressed just to make. Smiling, she nodded. I watched her walk away, gawking at that mesmerizing big round ass of hers. Damn. Somali women got it going on! I smiled to myself, feeling pretty good. It’s ten o’clock on a boring Monday morning. I didn’t have class until two and I’ve already got the phone number of a seriously hot chick. Not just any hot chick. A hot Somali chick. In Canada, two kinds of women are hard to get. Somali women and Arab women. Actually, Indian women are hard to get too, so I guess three kinds. I heard the tray touch the table, followed by the sounds of her pouring the tea, but nothing else. “I hope you don't mind my change of attire. I hate wearing clothes when it's this hot,” she said. The guy was dead silent, and when she sat down on the chair, she turned towards him and put her right foot under her left knee with the obvious results. She asked him how badly she was going to get screwed. He stared at her pussy and told her that if that was as good as it looked, she would get.