I told her that the rumors about African American men being intellectual slouches were greatly exaggerated. Plenty of us hit the books instead of the ...asketball court. She laughed at that and nodded understandingly. Where did everybody get the stereotypes about Black folks? Yeah, that’s how I met Farah Al-Rashid. I caught her glancing at her watch and hesitated. She had somewhere to go. I came to the library to do research for my sociology class and ended up flirting with a hot chick. I had to. ...panting as you smirk and kiss me on the lips "such a good little girl" "rest up a moment baby, you are far from done"you release the cuffs holding me down but I am so weak I can hardly do more than roll onto my side and cuddle into youyou run your fingers through my hair, stroking my head and neck.“ mmmm I love you, daddy”“ I love you Princess”You slide into my mouth to get super hard and slobbery to slide that thick hard cock of Daddy’s into my tight puckered little ass.“Mmmmm, daddy! I. She never went to bars, never went on dates. The boys on campus assumed she was a lesbian brainiac, and the women assumed she was a bitch. Both opinions were wrong, of course, but Geri did little to dispel them. She liked the way everyone sort of smiled that said ‘oh-you-poor-thing’ smile yet kept their distance. Geri graduated, as most true bookworms do, at the top of her college class. Her degree in biology suited her fine: she could spend weeks inside a laboratory and never speak to anyone.. I sang a melody from my country, a slow and beautiful love song, and we danced, dragged our feet slowly around the same spot, until we stopped, and you silenced my song with a kiss. We sank to our knees on the fur in front of the fireplace. You opened my blouse, button by button, and I held your cheeks and we kissed. When my blouse was open, you unhooked my bra in the front, and bent down and kissed my breasts. You sucked on my nipples. I took off my blouse and bra. You kissed my stomach, still.