That little whore is in there, working her wiles on my father. You are beautiful, but none can resist their seduction."His hands hiked up Faiza's skir..., and Hecate allowed her Vessel's legs to part, inviting Makerah to take more liberties with her. He laughed, his lips sucking at Faiza's neck as Hecate forced her Vessel to guide his cock to Faiza's pussy."No. That is for your father. You may have my ass."Makerah spun her about, pressing her against the cool, blue wall. Hecate savored the. Sneaking closer thru the trees, I recognized Tom – a big, loud, boisterous man who stayed at our house every couple of weeks on his sellin’ trips. He was almost as big as Ike, but more rawboned and skinny, and et more than anybody else at supper. Right now, tho, he was eatin on Miz Jean’s neck and had managed to unwrap those big bosoms and was pinchin’ the nipples like he was playin’ the banjo. She didn’t seem to mind a bit. She was holdin’ both his hands, guidin’ them over her nipples seemed. "I'm thankful for a little sister who decided that brat wasn't her true calling."Traci stuck her tongue out."And that she's found a very special friend who keeps her out of my hair when they're supposedly doing homework."Peter turned bright red, and Mom hid her giggle behind a napkin."I'm thankful for friends too numerous to count, especially my best friend." I grinned at Robbie, and she grinned back. Then I rubbed the shoulder she'd punched, and she shrugged."I'm thankful for the new cousins. As a big and tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, I found endless opportunities for sexual fun. However, I learned my lesson. Sex isn’t love. The only person in the universe who can relate to the Black man’s struggle is the Black woman. White folks can’t relate. Hell, half the time they’re the cause of our problems. How could they be part of the solution? Yeah, that’s what I thought. After I graduated from college in the city of Boston, Massachusetts.