I laugh as he comes to me, and rubs up against me, his nose poking into my pussy. I can feel his breath against me and I get a tingling sensation and ...y mind starts to wonder off thinking if we could find a fairly secluded spot to sit and relax and enjoy each others company.I look at Sal, and I squat down to his level to give him a hug, and rub his belly. I move my hand further back and scratch in between his legs and then reach for his shaft. I stroke up and down for a bit and feel him. Blacks became obsessed with the feeling that they had been discriminated against because of their race and color. They had been denied the good jobs because of that.The real reason was because most of them were not capable of performing the high Tec jobs of the last century. They were employed in the low paying jobs because that was the only things they could do well. With total integration blacks found that they were in fact not able to perform as well as whites.Head Start programs were tried,. I walked upstairs, Miranda close behind me. She reached up under myshirt from behind and began playing with my bra."Did this do its job today?" she asked."Yeah, I wore it all day." I replied.She unsnapped it and let it hang from my arms under my shirt. We got toher room and she told me, "Lose the shirt."I did so, tossing it into a corner. Miranda removed the bra and tossedit into the hamper."I want you in something sexier than that one tonight," she explained,opening her closet.She walked in. "I'm just telling you what I see!"Frustrated, she turned sideways to him."Look lower!" she snapped.She watched his eyes drop past her chest and then jerk back up. She watched them widen as he saw the objects of her concern. Then she saw his face get red and his eyes jerk back up to her face."What?" he asked weakly."Don't even try it," she said. "You saw them." Them?" His eyes were everywhere except on her face now."My BREASTS!" she shouted. "You looked right at them!" You TOLD me to!" he.