I could only laugh at her expression, before finally acknowledging I’d do it. I finished the rest of my eggs before my mother set down her coffee m...g. “There is one more thing.” “Yeah?” “Mrs. Jensen from across the street called this morning, her husband is out driving the truck again for the next few weeks. She was wondering if you could shovel her driveway as well.” “You know I hate it when you volunteer me for this kind of stuff.” “Who said I called her?” I looked. Sleep well, she said, gently kissing me on the cheek. Then she walked out of the room. I lay there, wishing I could get up to jump up and down. I was on cloud nine, dude! It took me three months of intense physiotherapy to get back on my feet….the stabbing that almost ended my life nearly crippled me. My family was there for me every step of the way, and so was Ayanna. It turns out that my hijab-clad ex-supervisor was also a former athlete. Ayanna Abdikarim once played rugby for the University. I was watching as he slowly worked his way towards my pleasure zone, still tantalizingly hidden behind my sexy lace underwear. I could feel my swollen folds, wet with desire pressed tightly against the delicate fabric, and all I wanted to do was to pull my panties aside, displaying myself to him.My pussy was aching to feel a tongue split me open and dive deep inside. Then he was licking me with long slow deliberate movements, lapping up the copious juices leaking from my sex; juices that. I love the way I feel when I slide my fingers inside my wet hole and start playing with my g-spot. I love to cum all over my fingers and then lick and suck them off. I love to rub my tits as I finger myself. And I love to fuck myself with bananas or cucumbers or whatever else I can find. But most of all, I love to masturbate in front of guys.”As I said this last part I ran my hand along the collar of my blouse and pulled it down as I leaned forward so Max got a good look down my top. I.