We support our own. And we love ourselves. Black Canadians don’t like us African-Americans. Yet just like ‘mainstream’ Canadians copy just about...everything American, Black Canadians copy Black Americans. They don’t copy our true values such as hard work, self-determination and fearlessness in the face of White racism. Nope. They copy our music and our clothing styles. That’s about it. I can’t stand being genetically related to these losers, man. In Canada, I see Black Canadians line up to kiss. It was really good to see her, and feel her giant breasts squished agaist me as she gave me a hug! I heard her get up for work and get into the shower. I snuck into her room and started looking for her unmentionables. Right in the top drawer was her underware. Nothing too sexy, just pretty plain XL bikini bottoms. I found one of her clean bras, damn no tag! I wanted to know what size her gorgeous tits are. The shower quit running and I quickly put the bra back and closed the drawer. Now I had. I have been trying to get him to convert more, but he is too lazy and says that there will be plenty of time for that.’ Chance grabbed the small woman and pushed forward hard as he pulled her back forcing his massive cock into her pussy and roared loudly as he conquered the first of the boy’s slaves. Denise cried out loudly as all but two inches were crammed into her tiny hole stretching it to a new size. The pleasure/pain was more than she’d ever known. She was seeing stars. Before she could. I reach up with my right hand and pull it away,touching my wet forehead with my left hand, making contact with apainful swollen lump above my left eye. Looking up, I see the dull, grayceiling of the locker room. Mom's face moves into my line of vision."Patricia? Baby? How do you feel?"I blink several times, twist my jaw left and right, then start to situp."I'm fine ... I think." Careful! Be careful, honey!"I slowly continue to sit up, everything feels normal except for the spoton my forehead.