The arrival of a Black man at a mostly white gathering is comparable to that of a lion at a watering hole in the African savannah. Everyone stops and ...tares, and the insecure ones get nervous. All the lion wants to do is drink but all the other animals are afraid of him. All the Black man wants to do is live his life, do his thing, but all the other bigots and hypocrites around him are afraid of him. Not his fault they’re so insecure. All he can do is be himself. Ah, the things that us brothers. It was the recollection of her new 'friend' Tiffany. Her rhythmical head movement, her slutty behavior and her public display that glided back into her head.without even realizing it her hand was back on her own pussy, slowly but surely playing with her sensitive clit. Her skirt still hiked up around her waist and her soaking little panties long gone.Stacey's breathing intensified, ..... Her hand started to move with more force,.......her other hand found it's way to her own breasts.The vision. ’ ‘I’m not trying to, I just want to be near her and the boys.’ ‘Is that your only reason for buying it?’ ‘Of course not I like being away from the city on the weekends sometimes. I also have fun doing things there. Would I honestly have picked this place if not for Elly and the boys? Maybe, maybe not. But having them right next door makes the whole thing complete for me.’ ‘I don’t get it,’ Mark said, but we dropped any further discussion as the women returned. We didn’t even let the ladies. (gals or aunties from bangalore can contact me on my mail . privacy is guranteed.all comments are welcomed.)“Were you serious Dad?” Evilin looked up at me with pouty lips and eyes.“Sure honey. You”re a beautiful woman…even voluptuous (which I slurred a little bit). Boys must be dying just to get next to you.”She leaned forward on all fours and slowly crawled toward me.“But how come they don”t? I mean, if I”m beautiful, why don”t they?”“Well, honey, they”re probably nervous.” Like I am now, I.