Please."He flinched, and stopped pacing, but he didn't sit. Finally he spoke."You knew what it would take to make me like you." I don't understand, Al...stair. What does that mean? I knew that you were a good person with a strong moral compass and that you wouldn't agree with doing things that were evil ... what does that have to do with anything? I haven't even been the one making the decisions. I don't know what you're getting at."He knelt down in from of me, putting us at the same eye-level,. She was looking sure hot in a black sleeveless frock. And Uzma was sitting beside her in her satin shiny burkha. I sat behind and Uzma got out and came and sat beside me. I noticed that the glasses of the car were black so nobody noticed. I was taken by a shock when Uzma opened her burkha. She was only wearing a black sports bra-panty. She was looking superhot. I got an instant hard-on looking at her.She kept her burkha in the front seat and came on top of me holding my collar with her left. I was still in the dormitory with five other sisters. It was a very large farmhouse.By this time, I was definitely thinking about sex. I had discovered masterbation and the first time I had an orgasm, I was astonished and even thought that something bad had occurred because of my self abuse. Still, the feeling was so ecstatic, I decided something that good couldn't be bad. I was still not at the age when I could ejaculate. But, I began to relate that old tingling I had gotten when rubbing my. I was about to cum. I laid back on Stacy's bed and blew my load. It shot halfway up my chest. Not thinking, I used the first thing I saw to clean up. Stacy's thong. By the time I realized it, I had covered the thong with my cum. This was not going to be good for me. It was quite clear something that she didn't put there was on her underwear. I quickly put my underwear and pants back on. I stuffed the thong in my pocket and got out of Stacy's room. Feeling both guilty and satisfied, I decided.