Holding onto the hem of your dress and lifting it ever so slightly. You start more actively teasing the guys, backing into them and grinding against t...ere crouch till you feel a rise then moving onto the next. You keep looking at me every few minutes to both make sure it’s ok and to make sure I am watching. After 10 minutes or so your entourage of eager guys was getting larger and more intense witch was fueling you as you felt yourself getting turned on by the power you had over them. You take. If she complied now he would own her for at least a period of time. He watched as she stood and began to unzip her jeans. As she pulled them off her perfectly brown little thighs she revealed a purple thong. Bill’s erection then went full.Lexy pulled the tee shirt over her head and stood before Bill in a purple thong and a skimpy yellow bra. It was the kind of bra that didn’t offer much support and it hung loosely and without purpose on her very firm breasts. She looked at Bill and he looked at. I looked at him shocked. His hand gripped it as he smirked. I glared back down at my Chinese food and didn't look up. "How's school Jen? my aunt asked."Well if you don't count my gym class I'm doing rather well.... Especially in my chemistry class. I'm excellent at blowing shit up." I said staring at my aunt evilly.Brian squeezed my thigh tightly almost causing a reaction out of me.After dinner everyone sat in the living room. My brother kept staring at me. I couldn't help but notice that look. Somewhere along the past four decades, black men and black women began to distrust, and hate each other. Our communities were rife with conflict. We cheated on each other. We abused each other. We betrayed and manipulated each other. We denigrated each other. We betrayed ourselves. Many young black women grew up hearing their mothers, aunts and sisters stories about the worthlessness of black men. And many black men grew up hearing black women calling all black men worthless and untrustworthy..