About that time this girl about 23or so came from the back and the old black man told her to show me the stuff ,she looked decent maybe a little bit b...gger than me and show me the dildos and vibs then she solded me the newest vibe they had and she bought 1 and was telling me with or without a dildo how good it was.i noticed about 3 older men had wondered over were we where and kept looking at me and i was thinkung what are they doing here and i know they wasnt buying something for their. Who needs Valentine?’ Put that way, Seeta is right. Who needs Valentine when two people want each other? Cultures differ. Love is the same. 09. Communication How could I tell this woman how much I loved her when we had no language in common? Gestures and sign language were completely inadequate tools. Our lips, tongues and hands told our mutual love where words and language had failed us. Never doubt that love will find a way. 10. Hope? Our parents raged with hateful words. Our skins, cultures. In almost all of these areas we saw clusters of adults; usually the woman would be flanked by a white and black male. The white man, probably her hubby or boyfriend would hold her gently as the black man dominated and carnally use her. Watching these little clutches where the women were gratifying their bodily desires with pure sexual appetite. The black men would take them in all manner of positions. From the front, back, missionary, cowgirl, doggie. You name it; all women seemed to be happy. His skin was so soft and smooth, and his arse cheeks felt so plump and firm."It feels amazing." Dan said."I know." Trudy said. "Now keep going. Do me hard."Then Dan pulled his cock almost all the way out and then all the way back in. Then he started speeding up until he was going out then in, in one swift movement. He was pounding her as hard as he could. Trudy was still clutching and moaning loudly. Normally she was pretty quiet during sex, but Dan's cock was so big and he was fucking her so.