’ ‘Can’t just kill you Jonny, Sweet Peter might take pity on you at the Pearlies,’ she chambered a round, unflicked the safety, and removed th... clip. It left just one bullet in the live gun. It would suffice. ‘You’re going to kill yourself and I’m going to help. You’re doing it with a bottle anyway. I’m just here to speed things up. Plus, I know you’re Catholic like me. Ex-altar boy right? For us, suicide is a bad, bad thing, isn’t it?’ ‘Come to think of it, I guess ‘wrath’ is a sin too.. All men who aren’t Black seem genetically designed to hate and fear the Black man. We’re so much more masculine than they are, and they know it. The thing is women worldwide know it too. That’s why they hate us. They’re afraid. Anyhow, I’m done ranting. Let’s speak of happier topics, eh? My friends, I know I might sound like a sucker for saying this but I love my Fathiyah more than life itself. My tall, bronze-skinned and Black-haired Arabian goddess means more to me than I can ever say. I am. "So you're not gay then?" and she laughed again,"No but they'd like me to be" Yes I bet they would"It was only a short taxi ride to where I lived, which was a pity because I enjoyed having her close to me in the cab, as well as looking extremely sexy, she smelt like a dream and my prick was at half mast just from her proximity."After you" I said as we got to the stairs at the side of the supermarket above which I lived,"They're white" she giggled and I must have looked confused because she. Slowly you remove your arm from around the back of my neck and place your hand near my pocket. Your index finger slides into my pocket and you lean in to softly nibble my ear. You pull your finger from the pocket and rest your hand on my lap, your fingers lay across my inner thigh, your fingers slowly and discreetly searching for my cock. As they find the tip you look up at me and smile again, as you start to wrap your hand around the outline it's now making in my pants. You give a little.