And I am a Black man who loves Black women. You don’t hear that every day. I have a question for Black women. Actually, a question for all women. Wh... is it that good men of all ethnicities are ignored by women everywhere? I don’t think my problem is race specific. Well, please judge for yourself. First let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am that rare law-abiding and hard-working, educated brother you never hear about. I attend Carleton University part-time because I work as a security. I moved to my knees to get more comfortable but you guide my head lower and say "Watch it, see what it does to me, get closer." I go back on my stomach and watch as I use it, never been so close before as my body continues to grind against the bed hoping for release. As I do it, I notice your legs pull up and open wider. You make eye contact with me and say "Lick me as you fuck me with my dildo." You see me look a little surprised and you push my head lower, "Do it, please me like I want" as. This is sheer filth.” Carla groaned in ecstasy. Our giggles had been replaced by the glazed expression and the soft gasps and groans of heightening sexual urges. Carla and I would alternate between long, slow, slippery strokes and hard, grinding pressure when we would pause with just the thick, swollen head of his cock between our lips and press ourselves together hard, the head of his cock completely enveloped in the folds of our vaginas. It happened suddenly. Peter’s breath was whistling. “I enjoyed last night, so thank you again,” she said, looking me in the eyes. “Send my best wishes to everyone when you get the chance. Let me know how you and Maggie are when you get home.”I felt a surge of emotion. I really wanted to be able to enjoy Kat’s company for longer.Kat pulled away from me and got into her car, and with a smile and a wave pulled away.Feeling a sense of loss, I returned to the kitchen to finish my coffee and then went into the main room to find it empty but with lots.