I made sure to wear something sexy. A royal blue form fitting low cut top. Low enough to reveal generous cleavage and the tops of my 38 DD breasts w...ich were being held up with a sheer lace aqua colored balconette bra. I wore a nice pair of tight low rise shorts such that when I bend down he would be able to get a glimpse of my matching sheer lace thong. I wanted you revved up so that by the time we landed you would want to pounce on me. I caught you peeking down my top and down my back at. Monica and Genevieve both straightened and smiled at me while Samantha sank down lower into her desk, her cheeks blushing.Krysten was the first one to gasp.A stillness rippled across the classroom as Principal McTaggart closed the door behind us. My mother rose from her desk, a wariness about her face. She wore a short, tight, dark-purple skirt and a flowery blouse that seemed to be wrapped about her torso. It was held shut by buttons on her left side. It had a V-neckline, showing off her round. But as I thought about the fucking I just got, it occurred to me that I could really feel his balls slapping against me, and Steve has a great set of big, low hanging balls. So I guessed Steve, and I was right. He was very disappointed, but I comforted him by telling him he could get as "intimate" as he wanted when he massaged me. I braced myself for the next guy, who grabbed my waist and pushed his cock about halfway into my pussy. He then started stroking it in and out, always just halfway,. 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.