My mom was a homemaker and my dad a lawyer. Both my brothers followed my father’s footsteps and became lawyers themselves. I was sort of the black s...eep of the family. My brothers were sporty and I was kind of bookish. I know Mom really wanted a girl but since she never got one she sort of raised me to be a little more sensitive than my brothers. Oh, they’re good guys. They just like being boneheads every once in a while, though. They really knew how to pick on me. I’ll never forgive them for. I was turned on by the thought of the next time I would get to watch her being fucked by black men. I hated the steel cage on my cock.“Tom, do you agree to serve this congregation to the best of your abilities?”“I do”“Do you agree with our mission to break down the walls of racism in our society through shared intimate contact between races?”“I do”“Do you agree to abstain from sex with your wife to ensure that all of your children are black?”I hesitated slightly before replying, “I do.”“Do you. "No," I said. "Worst thing we can do is turn it off. Just let it run. Let's go get Brindy."We helped her pack up more clothes to get through the next few days and we left for home. My home. Carlita's home. And I'm hoping that Brindy finds it HER home.There's no other way that I can see. Brindy's with US. I don't begin to understand what went through Carlita's mind, changing her from "MY Dave" and "Dave's Carlita" to this thing that popped up with all of us together. I thought maybe it was just. I love that intoxicating scent. I love the taste of you. I love the feel of you on my cock. I don’t want less, I want more.’ Emily’s eyes rolled in her head and her heart pounded. She’d never heard more exciting words. She stood in front of him, her nipples tight little nubs, hot juices flowing down her leg, knees weak. Landon stood up next to her sucking the inviting nipples on the way. He took her hand and gently guided her to the bed. Landon laid down on the soft mattress and beckoned for.