The kid told he is tired and sleepy and went to bed. I finished my dinner and asked her to eat and I will serve now. She told its ok but I insisted. A...ter she finished eating she told me to be waiting in the living room so that she clean up here. But I told I will also help her so it can be done quicker. We then went to her living room. We started talking and I asked her how is uncle. For that she started crying and told that he doesn’t care about her like how he used to before. I was sitting. My features are a blend of Persian and African. I am proud of both halves of my identity. I celebrate both Black History Month and the Ramadan. If my cultural identity set me aside from most of the residents of lily-White Ottawa, my sexual identity and lifestyle also differentiated me.You see, I am bisexual. What is a bisexual? Someone who is sexually and emotionally attracted to both men and women. For those of you who are puzzled that I bother to explain, keep in mind that I live in Ottawa,. Kay moves slightly letting me get gasps of air. I can feel her body quivering on my face. Her juices flow down my face as she orgasms. Kay’s body slumps down on me for a few seconds before her composure is gained again. Kay gets off the bed looking down at me and tells me “don’t even think that you are done with me yet”. Cece squats over my face looking toward my feet. She spreads her ass wide and Kay tells me to lick her asshole. Not being in a position of power, I didn’t want to disappoint.. Anything to keep from making a scene. ‘And here I thought you were smiling at all the naked women.’ ‘Well, I am now.’ ‘Isn’t it one of your fantasies, dear?’ ‘Well, it would be. But you’d have to leave for that.’ Some random member of the tribe hit him in the shoulder. He feigned pain at the strike. Muffled sounds of an oversized dress, it’s train too large and too old for movement, swished over to him. He felt his cheeks stroked, caressed. First his left cheek. Then his right. Her middle.