He moved his fingers towards my ass crack slowly as I stroked him and, without notice, stuck one large finger up my asshole as he began fingering me. ...his forced me to let out a very sudden, loud moan that anyone who's had an object inserted into their asshole knows all too well. "Calm down, slutty boy," he said very smoothly. "You're gonna have something bigger up there real soon." He inserted another two fingers up my ass, finger-fucking me hard and quick, my moans getting louder with each. What he doesn’t need is attention from racist cops, angry Black women, and obnoxious judges. What he wants above all else is acceptance. Whoever the Black man in question is, he’s looking for acceptance. Quite often the Black man has done a lot. He’s been a good father to his offspring. A positive influence in the lives of his family members. A hard-worker with strongs ethic at whatever his profession happens to be. He can be a cab driver, lawyer, sportsman, judge, artist, painter, writer or. "Jesus, Amber! What the fuck do you want!"I looked away, lest my will fail me. I pushed the thoughts of him, Billy, Mel, Kayla, everyone – everyone but me alone under the lights – I pushed it all from my mind. But my breasts were there, exposed to the chill air. I reached and rubbed a nipple.If he wanted me, if he were any part a man, he would take me.And, of course, I was such a stupid, broken girl who knew so little of decent boys. Tyler said nothing, not another word. He turned and walked. We understand that Meka might lash out at us in pique and sorrow. Hopefully, we’ll let it roll off our backs as Mom suggests.”“Thanks.”October 26, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, [Written October 27]New Paris was really good. If it weren’t for our incredible D, we might have been trounced. As it was, we barely managed a draw. Their D kept Rhee in check all game, double-teaming her whenever she was in their half of the pitch, and we just could not seem to find a way to capitalize on us having an open.