I tried to move slowly to un wedge it but when I moved I felt Mike stirring. I must have woken him up. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I pretended...to be asleep. Mike whispered my name when I didn’t respond he assumed I was asleep. I expected Mike to take his dick of my ass but he didn’t. Instead I felt his hand on my ass slowly rubbing it. I couldn’t believe my straight buddy for 2 years who was married and had kids was feeling up my ass. His big black hands were slowly working its way in. After creating the online group, I set about finding relevant pictures to put there. I found pictures of black men and black women on the Internet. I also found images of Haiti, particularly our country’s cities, schools and most of all our flag. I put a lot of effort into embellishing the group. After searching the web for hours, I finally found something which gave me hope. A supportive web site about Haitians who are gay, lesbian, bisexual and transsexual. It wasn’t some random web site. ”“No, they have devised a method to keep the fish fresh. It is a form of refrigeration. Oh, you wouldn’t know about fridges! Well it uses evaporation to cool stuff down. The colder fish is, the slower it goes off. The fishers use an earthenware jar to pack the fish in, with water as well. The slightly porous walls of the jar allow the water to seep through and evaporate. That evaporation cools down the jar and its contents, so the fish remains fresh for much longer, so as long as the fish is. “Bon. Ok - Sit down on the sofa” she said and she pointed to the couch. And she took a picture of me sitting on the couch with one foot tucked into the inside of the opposite thigh. At least my penis was subsiding a bit! “Bon. C’est chouette ? Now we take a short break”“Should I get dressed?”“Pourquoi?” and she went out to fetch some coffee leaving me still in the nudeShe came back in to sit on the settee to drink .“Sit down for the coffee” And she pointed to the wooden stool. It was.