And I am a proud American of Saudi Arabian descent. I am both Black and Arab, American as apple pie, and I don’t feel that there is any conflict wi...th how I choose to identify. My father Hussein Adul-Muqaddim was born and raised in Saudi Arabia, and he moved to the United States of America in 1986. He lived in the City of Boston, and earned a Master’s degree in Business Administration from Northeastern University before marrying Janine Blackstone, a proud African-American woman whose parents. ”“His pee went in your mouth, you tasted it.”“Just a little Steve; are you angry with me?”“No babe, never.”“I wish that I had opened my mouth while he peed on my face now.”“You should have done.”“Would that have upset you, if I did?”“No babe, not at all; I think it is so hot.”“So do I, Steve.”“What happened then?”“I sucked him off in the shower Steve; it was amazing.”“So, he liked peeing on you?”“Yes, we both did Steve.”“Enough to do it again?”“If you are okay with it.”“Over your face and. I nodded and she led me through the kitchen into a back room. Her bedroom was lit by a small lamp with a red scarf d****d over it to create a soft red glow throughout the room. A small bed to one side and a desk with makeup on one wide and her computer on the other. On the screen I noticed our emails to each other over the last few days. As I looked around more, I noticed the walled mirror on the far side of the bed.She walked up to me slowly and embraced me as we began to kiss again. This. I mean, was I really back in 1877, or just dreaming it while passed out on an airplane hurtling towards the ground? Juanita’s arrival with a steaming cup of strong coffee broke my mood.“Good morning Tyler, how did you sleep?” she asked sweetly.I looked up at her and smiled. She looked entirely too gorgeous for this early in the morning.“I didn’t sleep well at all, Nita,” I mock complained. “All night, for some reason, I dreamed of sweet-lipped señoritas forcing me to kiss them.”She laughed.