" Janie's eyes grew wider, "You don't really have a wife hiding do you?" No!" he said, "No, that was a joke. I'm sorry." I don't know what to believe....He squeezed her hands. "You know when Mr. Piotrowski died that he left some money and property to me?" Yes, but he wasn't a millionaire." She pulled her hands free of his and gestured, "This is crazy." Actually, all together, Mr. Piotrowski's estate was worth a bit over a million." Really?" Really," he said, "Remember I told you that Honour also. While flipping through the mail that was lying on the counter I opened my ears to the sounds in the house trying to locate where my wife could be. Everything seemed quiet until I picked up a strange noise coming from upstairs. I called my wife's name and still got no response so decided to head upstairs to see where she was and what she was doing.As I was heading up the stairs the noise I had heard earlier was getting louder but I still couldn't figure out what it was. It seemed to be a sort of. Both of us were waiting as to who would make the next move.Then I gathered up enough courage, held her face in my arms and gave her a long hard kiss on her lips, then I kissed her on her eyes and slowly started biting and licking her ears and neck. This drove her wild. Now slowly I started squeezing her boobs. She began moaning loudly which turned me on even more.I removed the top she was wearing to expose her black bra and her big tits underneath.I went mad looking at those tits. I then began. A place where African-Americans, Asians, Hispanics and Middle-Easterners can all feel at home. People of color make up fifty two percent of the city’s one-hundred-thousand-person population. And I liked it. My sweet Brockton. Unfortunately, I had to leave. Now, for reasons too complex to explain here, I’ve moved to Ottawa, Canada. And I’ve been homesick for Brockton ever since. Canadians are such a bunch of hypocrites. They’re more racist than the Americans, yet they portray themselves as a.