I could not care less if your racial makeup is black, brown, red, yellow or white. I could not care less if your origins are African, Latin American, ...sian or European, or if your ancestors arrived here on slave ships. The only identity I care about, the only one this school will recognize, is your individual identity -- your character, your scholarship, your humanity. And the only national identity this school will care about is Canadian.This is a Canadian public school, and Canadian public. I was staying over with James and Janice. Janice had to work till 2:oopm that day, so James was walking around the house nude as usual. This was his favorite thing to do, even when Janice was home. He told me she enjoyed seeing him this way, and I sure didn’t mind. He had settled in his favorite reclining chair and fallen asleep, hands behind his head, snoring. There he was, naked, legs spread, uncut cock exposed resting atop a big beautiful set of balls. I just sat there on the couch lusting. ‘Don’t you like romance?’ I asked. ‘Well, yes, I admit I do. I would just be embarrassed to be seen reading this on the subway!’ She held up the cover that showed a woman with her breasts pouring out of her dress being held by a man with long hair and a mask and we both laughed. Alicia set the book on the night stand and said, ‘Now that I am going to take a break from school, I’ll have time to read again. Maybe you can recommend something?’ ‘Definitely. Or we can go see my friend William and. She tried to put the scarf in front of her chest but Prianka told her to flaunt her beauty a bit for the night and stopped her from covering up completely. I take this opportunity to get a bit close to her, get her confidence. I told her not to worry too much, and that she looked absolutely stunning. She looked worried. She told me that it’s getting a lot of attention towards her body. To which I replied that she shouldn’t worry about that, as all people can do was just look. This seemed to.