The event I am narrating is between myself and my invigilator for the exam miss. Roopa.I had never met or seen roopa before, she wasn’t very stylish...,nor did she have an attractive figure. From the outset she looked like she belonged to poor household, her bra size was 32b ,she was slim ,short about 5’1,had a fairly firm ass which didn’t jiggle at least when she walked, she had brown complexion, and was wearing a nose ring like sania mirza, she was wearing a salwar kameez, with red top and. Even though we’re a Christian establishment, some of my fellow Djibouti have issues with the Ethiopians. Why? Let’s just say that there is a long story of conflict between the Ethiopians and those of us who live in places like the Republic of Djibouti and Somalia. Ethiopians don’t like us one bit. And honestly, we don’t much care for them. The frightening thing about it is that a lot of Djibouti folk and Somalians maintain their antagonistic stance toward Ethiopians even though we live in. She showered, put on a nightgown, turned out the light and sat down on her bed.What is wrong with me? she thought to herself. Here I am an old woman upset because a handsome young man seems to be avoiding my bed. Could it be I'm not attractive enough for him? But no, he certainly seemed to summon the appropriate attention and responses when I'm near. She smiled as she remembered his stiff cock trapped between her thighs earlier in the day. If that isn't it, then what could it be?It struck her. "He didn't say anything but stared at me. It was as if I'd said something that he recognized personally. Something he understood. I found myself staring back at him and I knew the last thing I should do was to look away. My heart was racing and It felt like I was drowning when I saw his brow furrow and the intensity in his eyes narrow as he looked at me.I had the absolute feeling that something had definitely clicked between us."You're very beautiful," he said suddenly breaking the silence.Oh..