She seemed fixated on George. Since George was a teenager, his cock sprang to action rather quickly. At times, it even sprang to attention watching se...weed float. This delighted Pamela, but most cocky-cock do. She had a thing about foreskin, shoes, and purses. Pamela straddled George on her bed and eased down on the G's cock. She moved her cunt up and down over him. She thought she was Annie Oakley, in a wild west show. Her hot pussy juices flowed out of her now half-shaved pussy. She got off. All we can do now is watch and observe as our white women become slaves to the black alpha male.It has become a spectator sport of sorts. We pay to watch the superior black male dominate on the court during basketball. We do the same at football games. Time and again, we are subjected to being mere "watchers" of the superior black male dominate our white woman in the bedroom instead of the arena. We can't compete so we are forced to watch them to do what was once our "job." The scary part? . Stacey had befriended both Erica and Kimberly, getting to know them and juggling the tricky assignment of being a confidant to both while not being seen to be an enemy of either. She’d been right that Erica would be the tougher of the two nuts to convince about the merits of what was about to happen, and it was fortuitous that the job had fallen to Kimberly, so as to give Erica the extra push she needed. Stacey idly wondered if Mitchelson had pulled some strings on that one, as she’d be damned. She balled her hands into fists, thinking of ways on which those men could be found but knew in her heart that it would be simply another incident on the campus police blotter.After lunch she showered, dressed conservatively in jeans, shirt and jacket and put some books in her backpack that needed to be returned to the Admin building and library. She sat in the lounge and waited for Rob to arrive, determined to go straight out to meet him rather than let him inside. He was on time and as she.