The other puzzle was why she seemed to draw back from telling me about it. The next thing was, what was a lovely woman of her age doing living alone? ... suppose it could be pointed out that I was about the same age as her and also lived alone. I wondered if she had a lover, male or female, but I had never seen anyone coming or going from her house. I decided it was not any of my business whether or not she had a bedtime companion, and tried to get rid of the thought. It wasn’t until the next. But Black men and Black women shared their misery. They had love for each other. They sympathized with each other. And they didn’t daydream about sleeping with White men and White women, their tormentors! Nowadays, every Black man wants a White girlfriend and every Black woman wants a White boyfriend. Hell, Black lesbians have White female lovers and Gay Black men have White male lovers. Why can’t we find love with our own people? It’s not impossible, you know. Black men and Black women,. Es war ein ziemlich warmer Sommerabend und die Straßenbahn war brechend voll. Hätten wir nicht schon zu viel getrunken, wir wären wohl doch mit dem Auto gefahren. So aber quetschten wir uns in die Menge, ein Sitzplatz war ohnehin nicht zu ergattern. Ich strahlte meinen Freund mit meinen Augen an, er freute sich auf einen schönen Ausgehabend nach langer Zeit und ich auch. Voller Übermut schubste er ich von hinten an und ich schubste zurück, keck über ihre Schulter zurückschauend. Dann kam eine. Oh God yes, mmmmmm. He wiped them over real good. He was spending an inordinate amount of time on them but he was not being rough as he wiped them down. He was being gentle about it. Then, out of nowhere, she felt her ass’ cheeks getting rubbed down. “Is this okay?” he asked. “It’s not too hard is it?” “Oh uh no,” she said. “It’s uh fine. Thanks uh Joe.” All of a sudden his hand slid up and in between each cheek. Her eyes went wide. She tightened up her ass’ cheeks as she felt the hand inside.