..there....fuck!" His semen splashed on my thighas I continue to stroke him, standing within kissing distance. Iinstinctively stopped, knowing he woul... be incredibly sensitive."Well, good night." He said. "Tomorrow night? Same time?" he asked."Sure" was all I could mumble. I was so hard and aroused that I consideredjerking off right there, but was my emotion quickly changed to being pissed.How could he just walk away? Why didn't he reciprocate? Confused but quicklydrawn back to reality by my. I figure they should be finishing up real soon.’ ‘Warm pizza?’ ‘And some left over soft drinks if we are lucky.’ ‘You don’t mind me coming to where you stay?’ ‘That’s why I’m inviting you. It’s next to the dry cleaners, so I have heat, a lot when the machines are running, not as much when they’re not, but it’s better than nothing,’ Albert replied. ‘Just think, a warm Christmas without having to fight your way into a center or having to listen to the preaching.’ ‘The preaching is kind of nice. “So have you decided about, you know, us?” he said, testing the waters. She nodded.“The answer is yes, James. But, not until I graduate in June. You okay with that?” she said. He pulled her close to himself and kissed her, hard.“Thank God,” he said. “And, of course June is okay by me.”“How about your parents? Should we tell them, I mean tonight?” he said.She suddenly went pensive on him. “My Dad’s...”“Yes, I know, your Dad’s in prison. But, your other Dad, your bio Dad?” he said.“Yes, he’s been. The principal of Barack Obama High School was African American as were several of the new male teachers. The leader of the local TV station and the local newspapers were Black. And many African American patrolmen in the police department were now sergeants and lieutenants. When Carl went with his wife to the police station to make his complaint, he was interviewed by an African American lieutenant and and African American sergeant.“This Black bastard is fucking my teenage daughter. I want him.