They need to stand up for themselves, and seek love and happiness on their own terms, seriously! Instead of sitting around waiting for a Somali Muslim...prince to step up and rescue me, I am making things happen for myself. I’m getting my Bachelor’s Degree in Applied Business from Algonquin College in a few months. I will be able to take care of my family if I have one someday. For ages I prayed for the Most High to send me a good man, and it looks like my prayers have finally been answered.. Until then, we might've been fucking where we shouldn't be, but we were in heaven.I couldn't help but relish that and milk it some more, but of course, while keeping him safe. I couldn't help but bounce up and down a bit, but he managed to keep his mouth on my nipple. He had help from my hands, but I saw the determination in his eyes."Oh, so was it my melons that made you fall for me? You seem pretty connected to them like if I didn't have them, it'd be a dealbreaker." No, I love you first, but. After a few minutes of toying and probing her cunt while I stared, she removed her hand and placed her wet fingers between her lips, and seductively, slowly, temptingly licked her juices from them, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. She had a lusty look on her face, very different from the look that C always had. C then looked at me, and indicated with her fingers and beckoned me to follow her as she stood up. Without hesitating I stood up and followed her to the storeroom. Hardly. I don’t mean to be cold but Peter has been pestering me with this idea for months. Fuck me and then at least I’ve done it.” “And if you like it?” “Maybe I’ll do it again, who knows? I like Christmas pudding but my life wouldn’t be over if I never ate it again.” She slid off his knee and stretched herself on the bed; grinned at him, and opened her legs. “Now please.” He lay on the bed alongside her and ran a hand down her belly, soon disappearing into the folds of her vulva. He eased her open.