Nigeria. Wow. I’m a lifelong resident of the first U.S. State to elect a Black man as Governor in modern times yet it’s in lily-White Ottawa that ... got in touch with my roots. I was fascinated by the Africans. They’re so different from my fellow African-Americans in the U.S. I saw them as my long-lost brothers and sisters. I didn’t know Jack about the internecine struggles plaguing the Black community of Canada. Kenyans don’t like Ghanaians. Somalians don’t like Nigerians. Haitians don’t like. Shit! Fuck! Ooooooooo! Suck that pussy. Suck my pussy. Hmmmmmmmmm. Don't stop sucking it. Hmmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaah! Fuuuuck!" My cock went back inside her pussy. Her nails dug into my ass like she was hanging on to life. The thrust and penetration was what she loved the most. She didn't want to let go of me or for me to stop. Never in my wildest dreams that on this night I would be fucking my teacher. It was more like a c***dhood. "He'll be back." Becky said with a smile. "You look farmiliar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"Yeah in the mirror every morning, he thought. "I doubt it, I just drove into town today. Oh, sorry my names Kelly." Well nice to meet you Kelly. Are you a late student or something?" No, I'm a writer, my last home in boston burned down, so I figured it was as good a time as any to move to Maine." She said, makeing it up as she went along."A writer huh?" Kellys heart nearly stopped. "You wouldn't. Janice broke their kiss. "We better be careful around here." Hey you're the one who kissed me," Christine teased.Janice sighed. "I know, I couldn't help it. You're just so cute."Christine blushed. "You look very beautiful today, might I add. I hope none of those guys at the courthouse steal you away from me."Janice held her hand. "Never. I think I've found true love."Christine's eyes filled with excitement. "Really? Me too! You are the one and only for me Janice."They kissed again passionately.