His home in Dallas was a three bedroom house with nine people living in it. His father's job as a janitor in the Dallas School District involved very ...ong hours six days a week. The job didn't pay much but it was all that was available to an uneducated black man in 1950. His Grandmother was the moral compass for the home which included no lying and no stealing. She was the one that ensured he graduated from high school, with honors.Pete's first real introduction to integration with other races. At this point I was completely jealous and made some half-assed argument about how black girls love white guys. At this he became really serious and raised his voice. He began by looking me straight in eyes with a cocky glint and told me dead pan that black girls don't love white guys. He then went on a rant, a little intimidating but also a little bit of arrogant teasing about how much white girls love black cocks. I tried the argument again but he wasn't going to let me get away with it. He. " and the door closed again and we were caught with our pants down by his sister, Tracy.Paul called me that night and told me that he had been closely questioned by his parents about what we were doing and he had denied any homosexual activity between us but his parents still thought it serious enough that they were going to inform my parents as well. Well, shit.So, after a serious session with Mom and Dad, me denying anything gay between us, they decided that I was not to go over to Paul's for. He carried her to her bed and laid her on her soft white covers. Pleased she'd made her bed this morning, she grinned as her bottom burned into the fresh cotton sheets.“Strip,” he ordered.Reveling in his command, she ripped her dress over her head and released her bra. It slid down her smooth arms as she watched him. His blue suit pants were on the floor. His white boxers strained by his hardness. She grinned and dropped her bra. He was still unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed onto the bed.