God damn, she was pretty when she wasn't trying to be pretty. Her long, straight hair splayed out around her, highlights glistening in the sun; skin t...e proper, natural shade of brown, like a good Las Piñas woman. Her breasts were high and firm, her belly smooth and taut. The hem of her night dress had ridden up, exposing both calves and most of one thigh.He looked from that thigh to his own naked forearms, and back. Nearly the exact shade of brown. His were maybe a little darker, from working. Black Americans think highly of themselves. They are fearless. And they date whoever they damn well please without losing themselves. Black Canadians are so self-loathing it’s not even funny. They constantly praise their White partner and put down Black individuals of the opposite sex. What the hell? It’s almost as if Black Canadians are afraid to be Black! It’s in this world that I find myself, folks. I get so tired of Black Canadians. I get tired of these Black Canadian guys who laugh when. But not yet. They had to get the bodies to the Islands."Hey, guys! Looks like you're all set, right!" he said with obvious delight."Yeah. For a little guy, he weighs a ton, ya' know," said Max. Vinnie just smirked at him."Say, Max, how long will it take you to get to the Marina?"He looked up at Vinnie. "Oh, dunno. Maybe 8-9 hours. Don't want to speed or nothin'." Yeah, that's good thinking, Max. So, have you arranged to pick up some ice on the road?" Ice? What for?" Oh, come on, Max. Quit. And I can't believe that you actually invited him...”“To stick his cock up my arse? Nor can I really. That is if we're still speaking plainly, Matron?”She chuckled, tucking the ice-laden cloth carefully round the welted cheeks. He gasped at the cold shock then began to murmur his satisfaction. “Ooh...that feels so good...”“Right, we'll let the arse cool off for a few minutes. Then marks like that are going to call for some special lotion.”Half an hour later, with a bolster under his belly to.