I returned to Boston, and stayed with my parents for a while. I got myself a job working as a security guard, made some money and got my own place. Ev...entually, I returned to Buffalo, because there was unfinished business for me there. I returned to that town not to seek revenge on the men who almost ended my life, but to thank the woman who saved me. I believe that God sent an angel to save me, and that angel is Khadija Abdullah. I went to the mosque she attended, and asked about her. The Imam. She was wearing a tank top with a sexy little skirt, tights, another set of fuck me heels and no panties. While she was sucking me I was busy making sure she stayed nice and wet the entire drive home. When we got home I told her to grab some beers and meet me up in our room. When I got up to the room Stephan was there with four other friends. All of them were black, and very well hung. They all had on t-shirts and gym shorts and were clearly eager for Emmy’s arrival. Emmy walked into the. Jack returned to wallowing in the misery of his hangover when suddenly, at least it seemed sudden to him in his condition, the girl in front turned and faced him saying, “Hi, I’m Astrid Alfredson.” “Jack Crawford.” He responded, somewhat pleased with himself for not groaning it out. “That’s great,” she said, “that means that we will be in the same section” “Section?” was all his wits could muster in response. “The administration splits the first year class into three sections based on our last. Said, We ain’t going to need him. He’s in getting in my way. Brenda slowly moved her tongue up and down my slit & going deeper each time. This was new to me. I had never been with a woman before. But I was loosing my worries and starting to enjoy her movements. Brenda knew where she liked her pussy licked and she was doing the same way.I said “Brenda have you done this much? She said she was bi and really preferred females over males” She was excellent at it. Her tongue was at its deepest point.