Normally guys just glance and turn away. I liked whatI saw too." Dude, I'm so sorry and so embarrassed." Oh don't be. It's nice to meet someone who is...gay around here. I knowabout the other one here that lives across the hall. He's not my type atall."I wanted to relax and be normal but couldn't, "He's my... no... he's not mytype either." For one, I didn't come here to hook up with you if you're getting thatimpression. I want a gay guy here who I can talk to and be friends with.Normally I'm not. Rising, we showered and dressed casually.Patti chose a light blue knit blouse and navy-blue walking shorts with sandals. I put on my red poppy festival dress with white sandals.We started a pot of coffee and began fixing breakfast. Hash brown potatoes, wheat toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs were ready about the same time as the coffee.After eating, we cleaned up the kitchen and walked to the end of the drive to retrieve the Sunday paper. Returning, we read the paper, did the Sudoku and. Carol told Darnell, ‘Baby, I need your dick right now!’They moved to a nearby couch and Carol put both her knees on the cushions and bent over. Darnell unzipped his pants unleasing a massive 9 inch thick black cock. Rebecca reached down to grab his dick and started stroking him. I could almost immediately see the pre-cum oozing from his manhood.Rebecca squatted down and put him in her mouth. She sucked him for about a minute and then guided his dick to where it pressed between Carol’s pussy. All we lacked was people and mules.Watching two other steamboats unload, I saw one of our men paying the captain, and directing two Negro men and three Negro women to our wagons. He told me that Dad had offered to pay the fare for deck passage, including breakfast and dinner for any Negro they brought here. Evidently, word that Nebraska, and especially Omaha, accepted Free Negroes and offered paying jobs was spreading rapidly throughout the Free States, as well as in the South. Each time.