I said yes and he asked me if any of the ladies around my house ever asked if I had a girl friend. I said yes the lady next door had. This is when he ...old me the next time she asked tell her that you do not have a girlfriend you are looking for a older lady to teach me all about sex and that way I would not end up a dad. About one week later I came in one night about 10:00pm. Her husband never got home before 12:00. So I went over to her house and knocked on the door. When she opened the door. Danny grabbed Frankie turned her over, pulled her up to kneel on all fours and without much effort was behind and comfortably buried to the hilt in her wet pussy, his hands came round as his fingers continued rolling her nipples, Frankie rode back against him as he pounded in and out of her, hitting her g-spot she felt her orgasm approaching quickly the need to pee very strong as she squirted she nearly pushed Danny’s cock out of her, but he was strong and held her back to him as he rode her. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can’t seem to make any progress. I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. It’s their lack of unity. Seriously. White people stick together. Black people don’t. Until we support our own through thick and thin, we won’t succeed. Black writers strive to bring the Black experience into mainstream fiction and nonfiction, yet can’t count on Black readers for support. White people have always stuck together and. ------she hops in with mewe talk but i don't listen, all i think about is her giant breast------...her: wow, it is warm in hereMe; yes, veryher: so, how are you and your brothers doing?Me: were doing great, all living life and all happyher: that's goodMe: how are you Helen?her: good and bad, like, whatever i guessMe: whats bothering you?her: you wont understand, your still to youngMe: come on, just tell meher: ive been single for a while now, am i ugly or something?Me: No, your very beautiful.