.. overwhelms me, Doc," Kalishia said. "I grew up gay. Youknew that. And I was used to people not liking me for that one reason.But for all these reas...ns? Am I the most hatable girl in the world." Maybe in North America," he said, grinning."So why don't you hate me? Are you so evolved?" I'm human, like everyone else. I've tried to work on my own hatred." Tell me three things you hate." Boiled okra. Liver. Michigan fans."Kalishia giggled. "How about fat, black, transexual Muslims with hugelips. I listened to his spiel but heard not a word. Within five or six hesitant sentences his body was moulded to the back of mine. I think he liked it. His hand brushed my hip. I let it. It wandered round the back. I let it do that too, and then it cupped my buttocks. Enough ... I shrugged him off and walked into the room.The bed was an ancient four poster. I stroked the old stained wood. It was lightly carved and smelled of ... mahogany. Is that what that was? (What did mahogany smell like?)I could. The rest of the way all I could think about was what he had said. That night, as I humped my bed with a handkerchief tucked in my ass, I ran my hands down the back of my thighs as far as I could reach. I had a pretty earth shattering boygasm. By now I had started placing my hand under my cock, palm up as I humped. After cumming I would inspect the small amount of boy cum in my palm and lick it up. That night I had a pool of sweet cum about the size of a quarter in my hand. It was my biggest. Tessa hugged and kissed us both. Even if she had not heard our lovemaking she could tell from our demeanour that we were still on a high after it. She was genuinely pleased for us both. Tessa had cycled into town and bought a selection of croissants and pastries for us to enjoy with our coffee. While enjoying a leisurely breakfast we caught up with the latest news. The utterly clueless British government had announced a further relaxation of the lockdown which now meant that friends and.