There were four of us, and even if he hit me, it might've been somewhere not too bad, like in the arm or leg. Unless he put me out of action, I'd have...no trouble taking him down. You might as well say he had something like one chance in a thousand of beating me. That's similar to the chance of you or Mom having a fender bender in any one day, which is hardly something you agonize over. Someone firing a gun could easily be more serious than a fender bender, but 99 times out of a 100 it would've. He propped himself on the left side of me."Are you enjoying Rome?" franco asked.As he asked this question, i saw that he was rubbing my inner thigh and back."I am!" i replied "What made you curious?" he's easing my nervousness with these innocent questions"It's not that I am curious." i explained "I considered myself bi at a young age, just haven't acted on it. You are my first."In between small talk with him giving me sensual masage, he managed to get me out of my shirt and under wear. He did. “You’ve done really well and made us proud of you. There will be something big that you WILL need some help with before long, like a car to get around, and we’ll be most upset if you don’t come and ask us.”I thanked him, blinking back something that had suddenly got in my eye. Our parents had always been kind and loving, but had never spoiled us or lavished gifts on us; they’d had to work for everything they had, and felt that self-reliance was one of the best things they could teach us – hence. Love to travel, love to smoke and drink, and love to fuck. Oh, and I love to fuck Black guys and the odd Black female, in every sense of the word. I discovered both my bisexuality and my sexual penchant for men and women of African descent while studying computer science at the University of Belfast and my life hasn't been the same since.I like to meet tall, good-looking and well-endowed Black men for sexual fun. I'm always a top and I have a good time with these Black studs. I like to bend.