"I've been studying the black community for a couple of years, and you're right, it is a fantasy for most black men." A couple of years? Didn't you gr...w up in the black community?"Whitney took a sip of her water. "No, I didn't. I grew up in a middle-class area of Durham, North Carolina. I was the only black in my elementary and middle school. My first exposure to the black community is when I moved to Atlanta to attend Spelman." Oh." I took a drink of my water. "So what keeps black men from. I told Him I was getting the baby to bed and would call him back when I was all set. Wells I guess I fell asleep with the baby I woke up around 7:50p and called Him. As I talked to Him I started to get dressed. I pulled on my little skirt the one He likes so much. I slid on that soft velvety one he liked from the other night. I pulled a white v neck tee shirt out of the closet and slid it over my head. I tucked it into the skirt; I slid on my stockings and slid my toes into my shoes as we. While I did so I reached down and back into her cunt went my one hand as I again fucked her. When I stopped I raised my hand to her mouth and had her suck on my fingers as I got down on my knees. When i took my fingers out of her mouth I reached down and spread her legs apart, "Play with your cunt whore" I demanded and down into her cunt went her fingers as she and I both now finger fucked her cunt. I would at times reach me hand up and make her suck on my fingers so that she could taste her. I walked over to the kitchen, feeling his penetrating eyes follow me all the way; I bent over to get a beer. Leaving my exposed ass, and part of my moist panochita in plain view. Before I could come back up, I felt a strong hand massaging my butt. “I’m sorry Mara, I can’t help myself… God forgive me” his voice was shacking. I couldn’t move, this was exactly what I had been dreaming of, but now that it was happening I didn’t know what to do. His hand was now in my shirt, gently caressing my.