I’ve been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I’ve been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my ...nique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I’m twenty seven years old and I’m a Canadian man of Haitian descent who’s strongly attracted to Black women. I’m addicted to the Black ladies and I don’t want to be cured. I love what my fascination makes me. A Black female worshiper. A six-foot-three, lean and muscular Black man born and raised in. My heart pounded, unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop. Sarah's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then her finger found my slit. This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there, and it sent a shudder through my body. I opened my legs and she slid her finger inside me. I thought I would faint as a wave of excitement swept over me. Suddenly, my hand was inside her panties feeling her soft hair, my. We went out with a friend of hers from where she was working, just for a drink. Ended up with the three of us in a bar somewhere getting a bit drunk, feeling sorry for ourselves. Anyway this gorgeous brunette was there, asked me for a light, we got chatting, the four of us. Then Elaine asked her friend to drive her home, gave me a look as she suggested it, to say 'go on, go for it, have a good time for once'" He began stroking my hand as he was talking, obviously relieved to get it off his. The women were from their late twenties to early fifties. I kissed each cheek as I was introduced and noted that two of them intensified and extended the greetings. Dolores saw those and smiled innocently. As they moved into the living room she whispered, “Those two want you to fuck them, today.”One of her friends could speak English, one could speak spanish. The other two spoke only italian so our conversations needed to be translated every time. Still my house was soon filled with loud.