It is only two more days. Bye, love."Bullshit! The dumb bitch. She should have stopped screwing when she answered the phone. Especially if you're doin... it on a squeaky bed. Her lover must have been ramming her pretty hard too. I could hear the breath forced out of her every time he hit bottom and they sure did have a rhythm going.Now what? We had been married for twenty-two years and our anniversary was just last week. I sat there in my office analyzing what must have happened to us to lead her. 4There are a thousand different paths for a white to become Black Owned. it now craves to fulfill its natural white instincts and hereditary white destiny and become a Black Owned naked moronic white pig. The white female or white male usually tries to get one or more Blacks to help it to get around its own inferior white mental blocks.From Internet contacts, or by visiting Black Owned bars, or by hanging around in Black organizations it finds at least one Black who has no objection to Black. “Silly little girl,” he murmured softly before he positioned himself between her legs pressing a kiss to her kitty.As soon as he got a taste he became a man possessed, he nipped, licked and sucked all while still stroking her deftly. He paused for a moment to slide out of his jeans, his member springing free. She thrashed on the bed, knowing what was to come. “I want you to meet my friend,” he murmured as he released her legs only for a moment before securing them to the footboard, “you’re. I placed my hands over hers and called her princess. I could see in her eyes that she had not ever been addressed in that manner in public. She smiled like a shy teenager. I ordered her drink (decaf as she was already shaking) and we talked for some time. Let’s call her Brenda for this story.It was time for us to leave when Brenda asked if we could meet again. I never addressed her by her birth babe. I only called her ... sweetie... or princess. A few times people close to us could hear me call.