(I said almost, not completely!) I grabbed my cock and started to stroke again. Watching the two ladies in a very sexy sensual embrace. I decided that...I needed to get back into the action and I got up next to them and embraced them both, Cami on my right and Kim on my left. It was finally at that point that one of them realized there was a cock in the room as I felt someone's hand on my cock and it was not mine. (And it turned out; it was not my wife's either.)I had one hand on Kim's hand on. I decided to just jump in."Shale?" Does the feeble human want something from me? Perhaps It wishes a ride?" I would never! That wasn't my idea. I would never expect you to give me a ride, Shale." It does not seem to object when the whiny Grey Warden gives It a ride." I had to think about that for a moment, and choked out an embarrassed laugh at the unintended dirty mental image she conjured."Al ... Alistair? That's, uh ... that wasn't my idea either. He offered. It's different if someone. I just covered us and fell asleep next to her.In the morning Mom was holding her head and moaning when I woke up. Then she coughed and said, “Oh shit.”She went into the bathroom and came back out with a wet washcloth. As she started to clean up the mess she had made she said, “Why you little mother fucker you. You butt fucked me last night.”I said, “Maybe it was someone else.”Mom laughed and said, “Oh no! I’ve never let anyone in my ass before. It had to be you and I had to be unconscious.”She. One of them, a tall and skinny graduate student named Abdirahman, took a liking to me and we became friends. Abdirahman taught me about Islam, and about myself. Look, I am not deluding myself. I know about Arab racism and how black folks, including Muslims, are treated in places like the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and Qatar. I know that even though there’s supposed to be racial equality in Islam, lots of those same Arab men who marry African women would never let their Arab sisters marry African.