"What's everyone thankful for this year?" Dad asked. It was an informal question that we posed at Thanksgiving."You mean that I'm still in school and ...not expelled?" I laughed."Well, that's a start. I'm certainly thankful for that. If you weren't in school, I'd have to go out and get a few more horses. Personally, I'm thankful for my health. I had a little scare this year—nothing to be concerned about now—but at the time it made me think about all the wonderful things in my life. The doctor put. We wanted this… You worked for this, if it wasn’t for you, who knows when and if my Syrian passport would ever get whitelisted. I thought you‘d be happy?Me: happy for what exactly? That now when I finally have you here and now when I‘m finally ok with us being both best friends and me being your fucking Muslim suprematism cumdump bitch, you decide to leave without giving it even a thought first? It offends me. And I know you aren’t in love, but you and me, we aren’t the same, as you like to. But instead of stopping, her hand rose and then slipped inside her slacks and panties. Faith didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what she was doing."Do you want me to leave?" the redhead said uncomfortably."Oh, Faith, I can't stop. I feel like I did sitting in his class. If he walked through that door right now I'd jump his bones and fuck him!" Maggie, you're a happily married woman with a wonderful husband and kids. What's got into you? Stop doing that or I'm going to leave!"Faith let. I moved down till it touched my throat and I gagged. He said that's enough. I raised up, eyes watering and nose running. You didn't good for your first time he said. He slid over and said don't move. He went down the hall, and came back shortly with a jar. He sat down and said to lay across his lap. Puzzled I slid over and laid down on him. He opened the jar, using his other hand, spread my cheeks open. He put a finger from his free hand in the jar, and came up with a glob of clear looking.