His face was a mixture of Asian and African features, though his skin color was more towards tan than brown and he had no eyebrows."John," Claire gest...red with her free hand, "this is my niece Patricia." He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Tricia, this is John Old." I nodded back. "John runs the garage and has brought over a special project that he'd like us to take a look at," she inclined her head to indicate the unknown vehicle in her driveway.I walked over to it, the adults behind me. It. After a few minutes I said taking him by the hand, “Follow me” as I led him upstairs, into our bedroom he stood as I moved the laptop, then we resumed our position of kissing and stroking, after a few more minutes had passed my hand moved from his bum and as my lips kissed his neck I rubbed the front of his pants, he was quite erect. I knew I was rock hard as I gently rubbed him he moaned. Standing back I unbuttoned his shirt as I pushed it over his shoulders and onto the floor, I licked his. In spite of himself, Ahmad found himself more than a little bit turned on by the disturbing spectacle unfolding in his bedroom. His wife Fatima, the daughter of a wealthy and powerful Sunni Muslim cleric, was getting it on with a young Black man from Somalia, and Ahmad found himself getting hard..."You're right," Ahmad whispered, and Bilal laughed and continued thrusting his big Black dick down Fatima's throat. In the rented Barrhaven townhouse that Ahmad Ali shared with his wife Fatima, things. That was only five days ago but it was like an eternity of sadness sitting hard on my shoulders like the weight of the entire world. I had sent the baby and nanny Consuela with her small daughter upstate to live with my cousins coming to the rescue like they had several times before.It had been only two weeks since my Uncle Joe was eliminated by a similar car bomb right as he was crossing over the Brooklyn Bridge with his driver and Malcolm taking notes about the pricks convicted in court in.