Fatima lived on the 3rd floor and Noor lived on the 4th floor. The two other girls often joined Aisha for dinner but at night they went back alone to ...heir apartments. Overall all 3 Arab girls were very close friends and backed each other up, especially when they got taunted by their classmates, being called Muslim or Arab terrorists and insulted vulgarly."Ok girls. Start eating. Let me turn on the television!" offered Mrs Aziz.As the dining table was in the hallway adjoining the front door,. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking. "No, no, no" she said, "You first". She stood up and knelt in front of me. "Stand up and take off those pants, let me see that big ole cock and those balls". I did as she said. I kicked off my shoes and took my pants off. I pulled my shirt over my head. I wanted to be completely naked for this. My cock danced in front of her face. She smiled and licked her lips. She told my to sit, so I did. My cock stood proud, waiting for her to wrap her saliva slick lips around it and suck. I said, "When do. Afterwards we cried, but we did it.”I nodded and closed Lana’s diary. I’d never forget the words on those pages. I gathered up everything and asked the three of them to come with me. We went out to the barbecue and took the grills off before I started it and fed each page into it while they watched. We burned it all. The books, the lists, their plans for forgiveness. When the last of the pages burned out and there was nothing but ash fluttering around the burners in the November breeze, I shut.