Seeing my expression Alice turned to see what was going on.You gotta love my sister; she has this knack for doing the right thing. Without a word she ...ugged Samantha to her. Sharon stepped behind the older girl, and wrapping her arms as far around both of them as she could, hugging her hard from behind, and pressing herself hard up against her for maximum contact. Samantha wept for a few moments and when she finally pulled back a little. The girls released her and Alice reached up and gently. Being Black and male in America isn’t a combination which makes for an easy life. However, it’s what I am. And I embrace it. There were so many stereotypes about Black men which I detested. In college, we were worshiped for excelling on the football field and the basketball court yet many of our Caucasian classmates would switch sidewalks if they glimpsed us walking around the campus at night. Many people are surprised when they see Black male intellectuals shining at traditionally White. Never before had anyone show an interest in him, well not like this, this was something different.Twenty minutes ago, he had been pulling at her dress, and then tugging down the strapless bra that had been covering her tits; His firming grip almost completely holding her full breasts, while her nipples slipped over and between his fingers.Her own fingers were tugging at his trouser belt, then his button, then his zip.I should stop this; it's not too late to do so. She's only nineteen!Without. We ate our lunch, passable fare if not anything to write home about, our musings and thoughts interrupted now and again by cheers and laughs from the group by the bar.After a while four young girls came into the bar, swiftly becoming part of the Stag Crew as the lads tried to chat them up. I notived the younger lad was not taking part in the male strutting and preening of the girls, he sat reading his phone , sipping at his pint. A huge roar went up as a goal was scored, at that moment I looked.