'"How?"'Let it go. It wasn't your fault. Nothing that happened was your fault. We don't blame you... stop blaming yourself and let it go.'"Just like t...at, huh?"'Just like that. Don't forget us, my love.'"Never forget you... never stop loving you." And don't forget, there are others out there that need your love too."I think my two new best buddies thought I was crazy.I stopped, turned and faced them."'Now, Morn, her rosy steps in th'eastern climeAdvancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl.... It’s the presence of so many cute girls wearing hijab. I’ve got a thing for them, you see. Every man has a thing for the forbidden fruit and for me, it doesn’t get more forbidden than them Somali girls I see walking around Ottawa with their hijabs and long skirts. I want to fuck one so bad it’s not even funny. The lovely Halima Khan caught my eye the first time I saw her at school. I was heading to the campus library to print something and I saw this marvelous heart-shaped derriere bending over. Janice had assured every parent that there was no uniform, no dress code, and no likelihood of their child being sent home again for any reason whatsoever. In the case of a serious crime they’d go straight to the police station. Though some of the more normal-looking ones, Janice had confided, were here because the website emphasised that there were no boys nearby.By ten thirty in the evening of that exhausting first day I was sitting in Janice’s spacious office watching the dormitory monitors,. She sucked on them greedily. When my fingers were quite wet with her saliva, I put my hand back underneath her skirt, and pushed the two wet fingers slowly inside her pussy. She gave a deep sigh. With my thumb rubbing her clit, I felt along the upper surface of her cunt wall for the raised, sensitive spot I knew would be there. When I found it, I began teasing it with my fingertips.I felt the warm, moist juices of the headmistress flowing across my palm. She must have felt it too. She withdrew.