In our house no less,” he looked past the phone and into Jennifer’s round, petite face as his cock was stroked, “Grab it with the other hand and...spit on it, then rub it in.” She obeyed, rubbing it slowly onto the top half while biting her bottom lip. The base of his mushroom shaped head was circled with a thumb and then the top and urethra. Another trail of spit strung over it as she sat up and delivered.“Is that good?” she asked looking up at him with full forest-green eyes and licking her. Gumbersky on the name tag, was pulling a tracheal intubation tube out of his mouth. Randalf’s throat felt very swollen. He could feel the flimsy fabric of a hospital gown that didn’t reach around his butt. ‘You’ve had an allergic reaction to a wasp sting.’ ‘Dammit! I’ve had a chance at the hottest girl on my life. Randomly, she sits on my lap and squashes a wasp. Fuck my life!’ ‘No, she…’ ‘Stop! It’s better if he thinks that’s what happened.’ Jenna was sitting on the hospital bed nearby. She. They work their mouths in unison, one on either side of my shaft, jerking me off between their lips. It feels so real. It's as if I can feel their hands groping and touching me. Even in my dream state it's intoxicating not knowing whose finger is where, or whose hand cups my balls. A fingernail traces a path down my inner thigh. A tiny wet finger wriggles its way into my asshole. It's a chaotic maelstrom of hands and tongues everywhere. I take pleasure in losing myself in their loving embrace.. For Alicia, having an African fathered baby, instead of a white bred baby with me, was the very crux of her determination to do something significant about racism; which, even though our country is 'liberal', you couldn't help but see the racism in many of the other western countries of Europe and especially in America!"I want an AFRICAN-fathered baby," Alicia said one day. Plainly. Unequivocally. She was serious about this, and I agreed with her. We both felt that words against racism was one.