I closed the door and took my shorts and panties off. EJ pulled his basketball shorts down and they pooled around his ankles. I straddled his lap.“C...ourtney,” EJ said putting his hands on my ass.“Yeah?”“Talk in your British accent.”“Really why?”“I don't know, I just like it. Just like when I talk dirty you like it.”“Um, okay,” I said, not holding my accent in. “Are you ready?”He nodded and I let his dick enter me.“Are you enjoying it, EJ?” I asked quietly. He moaned in response. “You like when I. Fortunately the house wasn’t too far out of town and it wasn’t long before the house was out of sight through the cab’s back windows. Now the pair could make as much noise as they wanted, they thought. The cabbie looked nervously at the two.“Funny time to go out innit? He asked crudely. The two vixens looked up at him sweetly, winking and nodding at the same time. After a while, Adalina got a little fidgety in the back of the car, watching Giulietta’s breasts shudder with the bumps in the road.. “C’mon, Grab your keys. Shannon says that Leanne’s stalking around our hangout and you need coffee anyway.”“What?” David slid his textbook into his backpack. “Yeah, OK. But--”Truth was he had only parsed the name Leanne as his brain caught up. How were Shannon and Kristi so up, so competent, so functional? David shook his head. “I don’t think I should drive.”“Hah,” Kristi scoffed. She dug out her phone. “I don’t have my license.” She admitted. “Does Shannon?”“Learner’s permit, and not with a. It was fun. I found myself charmed by this handsome, friendly Arab guy who drank a lot of alcohol, flirted with girls left and right, ate pretty much anything and only went to mosque when pressured by his mother. He told me he disliked the mosque because his Imam made the women pray in a separate room. Farouk believed in gender equality. He told me about a certain Indian American female journalist who legally fought against a mosque for the right of Muslim women to pray in the same room as men.