I have an uncle and aunt who live in the City of Orleans with their two collegiate daughters. We don’t get along for so many reasons. I basically ju...t go to school, go to work and keep to myself. Sometimes I go to church. There’s a Black church located not far from Saint Laurent Mall, my favourite hangout in the City of Ottawa. There are so many lovely young Black women in that church. However, like the other Black women I run into within the City of Ottawa, they don’t seem to notice that I. I was pulled up and against a large body and a hand was slapped over my face. I fought against him. If I was going down, I wasn't going without a fight. He kept me pulled tight against him, but let his hand off my face long enough to blindfold me. Raw fear paralyzed me. I was drug backwards into one of the rooms. By now I was shaking. His hands slowly undid my button down, and left my chest almost completely exposed. I whimpered. That seemed to ignite some kind of reaction in him, and he placed. Sharon's hips writhed clutching him deep inside her and her fingers stroked and teased, darting into his most private sensitive spots. Soon enough, yet too soon, he found himself lost in the moment, his legs gone stiff and his body arching, lifting her into the air with the lust-driven force of his orgasm magnified by the rolling massage of her internal spasms round him. Sharon sat above him triumphantly with an open-mouthed look of bliss on her face, her breasts jiggling in the half-light. "Holy balls," she mumbled, and rolled off to the side. She panted on the bed, facing Samantha, her face shining from the nose down.Shining with my pussy-juice, noted Samantha. She shuffled around so that they were both facing the same way, and pressed her lips to Nina's. They kissed, as forcefully as they had energy for - so a soft, tender affair, followed by an exhausted flop onto the bed."Don't fall asleep again," breathed Samantha.Nina grinned, her hair ruffled, her cheeks red, her lips wet..