Normally that bitch Ms Etchison would never let a student leave for a restroom break in mid class. Erik of course never played by the rules anymore, n...t when he could erase from her mind the fact that he had broken them. Hell he even once had that damn teacher drink his piss rather then bother going all the way to the bathroom. He couldn’t help but smile at that thought, for after Erik released control over her that day he could see the stupid cunt smacking her mouth at the strange after taste. I thanked them for the wedding gift and told them that I now remembered them at the wedding. The longer I was with them the more I remembered. They had danced with Agnes and had been sitting with Jeff and Jill. I must have been in a fog during all that. Keith and Carl said they were going to visit Agnes and her new husband when they finished lunch. They were curious about Agnes new life style. I told them that it wasn't new as she had grown up out there. It was her deceased husband that didn't. Also, as an African, I was well aware of Europe's long history of colonial influence in Africa (the British had held Kenya for a very long time, and France had done the same with Senegal where I was from), but now European men, or so it seemed, were experiencing a precipitous drop in fertility; where as this was no where near the case in Africa. It was hard not to wonder if some sort of strange, but implacable form of racial 'justice', was starting to take place. If this was so, then perhaps. He pushed forward and I experienced Bhushans huge hot pole toching my bare ass.His hands too moved up and was in my cunt.Still we were talking about the insect but both working some thing else.Knowing well fully my intentions Bhushans hand started rubbing my cunt and pressing his cock hard on my ass.His left hand from my shoulders slid into my blouse and kept on my left breast with bra.Here after there is no point in continuing the nonsense of insect talk.I decided.I told him ” no that is not.