When I got my breath back, I said. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know who you are or how you got here, but this place ... this time." I struggled for the ...ords. "You're in the past, I think. Earth's past, I guess."She looked at me blankly."I'm Josh." I stuck out my hand, and she shook it. "Who are you?"She paused for a long moment. "I'm Cinnamon."I blinked at the fake sounding name. "Well, welcome to my camp, Cinnamon." Will he put the white mating powder on her face soon?" asked Shining to. Breathing heavier now, our kissing was more frantic as we were now grinding against each others hands. I began to draw the circles I was making with my fingers down smaller and smaller still. Now I was just circling your firm little clit. Feeling your rapidly swelling clit fueled my passions even more. My large cock now strained against your stroking fingers, the head now slick with my cum. "Mmmmm…" Oh gawd it felt so good to have you in my arms this way. We were away from all of the worries. I sucked dozens of dickswithout ever seeing a face. But dozens more stepped inside and latched thehalf-door.Ducking through the curtains, I stopped for a few seconds to let my eyesadjust to the dark. Leaning against the wall in the middle of the peepshow,was a black man in his forties, wearing a brown felt hat. It was pulled downlow over his eyes, and he seemed to be just watching whatever was going on.From time to time he would squeeze a very long bulge in his loose pants.He glanced at me and. “Tiny!!” I silently mouthed. “Moving along before I vomit. Then you switched to the offensive side of the ball and dated Tyrell. I’ll give you credit there. Tyrell’s pretty cool but every girl in the school wanted to kill you when you two started dating.” “He was a bit full of himself. All we ever talked about was how good of a football player he was and how he was getting a scholarship,” I said. “I don’t know why I’m asking this but is it true what they say about black men?” “No, not.