As soon as the pledge had been completed, people took their seats, but Clark remained standing. "Considering the subject matter..." Louder!" some bull...voice roared from the back of the room."Considering the subject matter," Clark started over, "We'll dispense with the reading of the minutes and other regular... "Louder, you asshole!" That'll be enough right there," Clark said angrily. "This is serious business here tonight, and I will not tolerate any demonstrations or remarks out of turn, and. Once the TV was running, Mrs Aziz joined her daughter and the other 2 girls."I really cannot believe this. That Principal should have expelled those two young girls. Did you see how they were dressed? This would not happen in Yemen or any Arab country!" Mrs Aziz trying to sound self-righteous."Any Muslim country mom!" smiled Aisha.None of the 3 Arab girls had been forced to wear their hijabs as they did it out of their own choices, seeing themselves as Muslims. Despite the fact that all 3 girls. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after. UUUUUUHHHHHHHHH... OOOOOFFFFFFFF... Go on fucking me like that... oh! Yesss... like thattt... OOOOHHHHHHH..." And I was fucking Saima with full vigor and speed. She was encouraging me with her words and I was fucking her fast. Saima cried with pleasure. I started pumping as fast as I could and wanted to fuck her real bad. My dong could feel her hot and wet pussy. Her boobs were bouncing with each thrust. I started pumping even harder and faster while pressing her nipples and making them red.