For some reason, I didn’t make tea in mugs with tea-bags, but rather made up a tray, with a pot of green tea, and a pot of Earl Grey – leaf tea, n...t tea bags – a small jug of milk, a halved lemon, sugar bowl, and Lisa’s bone-china cups and saucers. I dare say that wishing to impress Lisa’s mother was part of the reason, but it certainly wasn’t conscious.Carrying the tray was a little awkward, but I managed without any disasters.“My, how civilised,” Emily commented with a smile.“I try,” I. I was the only Black person besides this one other stocky Black dude there, and I felt totally left out. At this meet and greet, I was the odd woman out. I spoke to this Asian dude named William and he was cool, but everyone else just gave me the cold shoulder. That’s Canadian society for you. They talk a good game about diversity and inclusion, but they know how to make you feel like you don’t belong, all without a single word. The country is becoming more racially diverse in part because. “I’ll put them in the tumble dryer. Till they,re dry put this on.” He handed me a dressing gown. Feeling strange I stripped out of my wet things my cock stiffening and standing proud in front of me which Ted Didn,t miss. “You have a nice cock. Joe.” He complimented me. “Thanks” I gave him my wet clothes and then put the Terryknit gown on to cover my nakedness and sat on his couch. He put my clothes in the dryer then removed his own wet clothing revealing his uncut cock which was as hard as mine. It was one of those suits that with age and use, had become comfortable enough to sleep in, but decent enough to use around the house. I heard the door bell ring and went to answer the gate of my modest bungalow, in the middle class Karachi suburb of Gulshan Iqbal. (Block one)I was not surprised to see my younger sister’s friend Nighet, standing there as I opened the gate. She was almost a family member really. My sister’ childhood friend, she visited often and made herself at home.I smiled and.