‘Fuck,’ Ahmad groaned. Nagwa grinned and wiggled her toes. ‘Do I look pretty?’ ‘You look more than pretty.’ He squeezed some lube onto his...fingertips and smeared it onto her rose bud and his Nagwa squeaked from the chill. ‘You look divine.’ She gasped as he gently popped two of his fingers into her backdoor. ‘Do I look slutty?’ ‘Fuck yes, perfectly slutty.’ Her Ahmad probed her hole carefully. The pads of his fingers smeared lube into every corner, slowly pumping in and out. ‘I want to be. She drove.We were in her car moving along a crowded road."I'd prefer to stay with you? Mayn't I?" No, Tyballa. People would talk." What do you mean?" Tyballa, you do understand that we can't tell anyone about – you know – being together." What? Why not?" Uh..."She reached an intersection and stopped. She looked over at me."Tyballa, if they found out we – you know – had sex, they'd throw me in jail. You do get that?" Why?"The light changed from red to green. She started driving again."Tyballa,. He moaned, I savored! I looked up at him with a look of 'may I?'. He smiled. I reached up with both hands to feel the hardness of his cock and the heft of his balls. Both were unbelievable! I licked my lips and leaned forward again, but as the head touched my lips this time, I offered only little resistance as it passed into my mouth. The feeling of the soft skin on my lips, the pop of the head passing through and the taste of precum was intoxicating (or maybe that was the wine). I was in. I guess I thought that since I like you so much, you felt the same."She stood up she said this and started walking towards me. Her cropped top and incredibly tight jeans outlining her body with every step. The closer she got to me, the more I wanted her. It was amazing to me, the effect she had on me while fully dressed and in public."Are you sure you don't want to grab something to eat with me? Maybe just as friends, or to discuss what I can do not to fail your class twice?" she asked in a.