Gagging, Amanda grabbed some air as streams of drool dropped to her breasts. With her right hand, she scooped some spittle before quickly looking up i...to Kwame's eyes and laughed at herself. Several inches of hard dick slapped her cheek. Kwame needed more."Tell me you're a black man's whore!" he ordered.Amanda nodded, "This white girl is a black man's whore! Fucking use me. Fuck up my race!".Oh no! I thought to myself. This was more than sex to bridge the races. This was using sex to. I knew I should stop her OF COURSE YOU SHOULD STOP HER! Or, at least, turn over so she’d have to stop but I just couldn’t. It felt so good to have her touch me that way and say those tender, sweet things to me. Truthfully, I knew the moment she climbed into bed with me that I wasn’t going to stop her so I chose to just embrace the moment and let whatever was going to happen just happen. I knew she wouldn’t be doing these things if she didn’t think I was passed out drunk but I got passed out. So we ate, and for the life of me I can’t remember what it was we *did* eat because the meal was more about the looks in your eyes and the touch of your fingers on my skin, and hearing the anecdotes of what happened to you since I saw you last, half a year ago. I traced the scratches and scars on your skin, learning you by touch again as well as sight. Funny, after we had rinsed the salt of the Caribbean off our bodies, we never did put clothes back on, so this meal filled our eyes and hearts. She caught my gaze and slowly removed the tiny bikini top, revealing her very attractive developing nubbins. Behind her hands the nipples were dark and pointed on top of succulent little tits – she rubbed them for my pleasure – hardening along with my cock.“Please Grandpa – all my friends have posted their selfies – look here’s Sue sucking her Dad and here’s Sam – I think that’s her big brother”. Amy flipped through some very revealing and highly unlawful photos on her smart-phone. “I told them.