Bullsnboys.com/ Being a white boy of Dutch descent growing upin a 95% Zulu country, its difficult when I visit my grandfather'sfarm in the country ...ecause, well, for several reasons. Like all white boys (and girls) who went to Mugabo publichigh school, I'm part of the first generation of postapartheid teenagers who grew up and was raised in a countrydominated by black males. And not just black males, but eugenicallyperfect zulu super males. And we were raised in separatesex schools. Not long after, his flesh quickly turned the same decrepit jet. His arms detached at the shoulders and fell – I with them. Falling – forever – for not time at all! I hit the ground – the mud – upon my bottom. My knees were forcedly curled up towards my chest as they had no room to extend, and positioned as such I fully awoke, mind you with no breath to fill my empty lungs. My initial surprise was of course that breath was not with me. I took a struggling moment to regain it. Upon doing so I. ...He'd gone for food and returned with Chinese take out. We talked as we ate, but seemed to do more gazing into each other's eyes than actually conversing. The room smelled of our sex and I already wanted him inside me again."Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"I flashed him my most seductive smile. "Perhaps."He stood and pulled me to my feet. Our half eaten dinner on the table, but I didn't care. Not only did Chinese warm up great, I suddenly wasn't hungry... at least not for food.He pulled. Well eventually we were on the dance floor together bumpin and grinding. I can tell she's pretty drunk and i ask her if she knew what she was doin. she said hell yeah i do! i say ok no regrets right! she said no. so we continue to dance until last call. she then asks me if i drove there i said yeah i did knowin whats comin next. she asks for a ride home which i am happy to do ccause i know somethin good will come out of it. we get to her house and sit on the couch still smokin and.