She quickly rose up with cum leaking from her pussy, and she had a really mad look on her face. Her look scared me a little, and it was because I neve... saw that side of her before. I sort of cowered in the corner of the bed with cum dripping from my dick, and a look of shame. Now, I am at very high risk! Im most likely going to get pregnant because you came! She said, thumping the bed with her fist. I was upset for what I did to her because she yelled. My feelings were hurt for the way she. "Why do you like stars so much?" 'Cause they're pretty." You are pretty," I said."No, I am not," she replied, after a moment of hesitation."Yes, you are." I turned around, facing her. She was still looking at the sky. There was only the tiniest crescent moon on the sky, but it was enough to distinguish her silhouette, to see her light brown eyes shining and the light brown hair, which I longed so much for, draped around her face."Yeah, that's why I am a supermodel," she said sarcastically. She. Think of it as comp time for the seventy-two hour marathon that's coming the next time he gets an inspiration."The rest of the group went back to loafing. The men tried to flirt with Miriam, but she seemed distant. When the end of the workday rolled around, there was still no word from Campbell, so everyone went home. A few even mentioned that they were going to take the next day off and get started on a long weekend.Miriam left the research campus and headed towards Campbell's house. He lived. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab.