Life was good. Then one day, an intruder came into my world. His name was Angelo Mabuso, and he was a student from South Africa. A tall, good-looking ...oung black man who fled to America with his family to escape the horrors of Apartheid. Today, South Africa is ruled by black men and black women. Apartheid is no more. South Africa is now an economic powerhouse ruled by the true owners of the land, the brown-skinned sons and daughters of the African Motherland. Back in those days, life was quite. More eyes followed me out of the room, but the office helper who cameto get me was this shy Jesus loving guy who wouldn?t even talk to meall the way down the hall. I kind of knew him, or of him, which is howI knew he was a Bible Boy. And he obviously knew of me, because at thatpoint everyone did. They knew I was queer, too.I noticed she was the only faculty or staff member not wearing anAmerican flag pin.And then Ms. Green really picked a major topic to hit me with. Itwasn?t what I was. This particular day I was playing by the edge of the sand, and straddling the rope conveniently while I was playing. I was blissfully enjoying some particularly pleasant tingly sensations between my legs as I was moving and reaching and gently sliding back and forth, but still I was more focussed on playing with my sand funnels and water wheels and ordering my workforce of trolls and little ponies around, and occasionally my little sister who was covered almost to the shoulders in wet sand. A water-based lubricant for sex. I coated her labia with it , and put a generous amount on my cock head..and a thumbful on her cute asshole…just in case.. Now-try it again,slowly, I said. … She placed the head back inside her labia and slowly began to slide down the slick shaft. About halfway in, she leaned back some, trying for a better angle. Another inch, then the last few and our bodies were joined .. Whew– T-Thats some dick you have there she said, as her hips rolled and she stroked her.