"Now you're going to just stay here, while I make myself look nice." She told.She moved me so that I was sitting on the floor with my back to the chai... that was infront of the desk, my head was tilting back so that it was resting on the seat, she had her legs on either side of my body with her bum being all that I could mostly see as she was stood over me, she then sat down.Her ass covered my face, her soft gorgeous bumcheeks making my cheeks their home as she got herself comfy on me. My nose. ” She yawns and stretches, her slender arms reaching out and then her fists flashing out her fingers. “Morning,” I reply. “Sleep okay?” Allie bends down to touch her polished toes. She rises up slowly, her finger tips trailing along her tan legs and stoping at the hem of her yellow boy shorts. “Did you hear that last night?” She reaches to the sky, her white spaghetti tank rising up and allowing the morning sun to glint off her belly button stud. “The fucking or the puking?” I am too fucking. Though I know that not a small number of my fellow 'whites' (Caucasians, etc.) typically look at young African men like Ahmed with trepidation, and I think their feelings are justified, but not because I agree with their racist motivations for it, but because our long history of mistreatment and exploitation of Africa, and it's peoples, is so incredibly shameful. So, this particular form of trepidation arises (I think) out of an acknowledged, or unacknowledged, guilt for that! In fact, this is. ... I remember the neighbor's daughter, the love of my life, way before we even exchanged first words. She had green emerald eyes, long thin eye brows and a lush silver hair that reflected the sunlight giving off the illusion of the full moon.With a slender body, toned by the daily worked she endure to take care of her sick father and her absent mother, who left this world during previous years outbreak of poisonous mushrooms. She had a self sufficient personality, stubborn and courageous,.