.. and my father!" she blurted out in obvious embarrassment.But there was only laughter as the two women joined hands and descended the staircase to j...in the others at the table."Looks like you were busy last night," sneered Andre to Justine as she walked by. The least you could have done was let me watch." I would think you were otherwise occupied," retorted Justine, nodding to Margo and her white hair."It would seem that Wilhelm and Andre have successfully fulfilled their fatherly duties,". Yet just like ‘mainstream’ Canadians copy just about everything American, Black Canadians copy Black Americans. They don’t copy our true values such as hard work, self-determination and fearlessness in the face of White racism. Nope. They copy our music and our clothing styles. That’s about it. I can’t stand being genetically related to these losers, man. In Canada, I see Black Canadians line up to kiss White folks butts. What the fuck? Where is the Black Canadian’s sense of pride and dignity?. There we were standing with the exit door open and the train slowed as it approached another station. I asked them both to come in but they were busy feeling me up and putting on a show for the by standers. After about 5 mins of felling me up and making me hard too( they both had super hard ons in their pants) we went to my cabin. Bhanu locked the door and they both stripped. Kumar held my tities and squeezed and Bhanu was rubbing my hrd on over my panty. Kumar then lay me on the berth and slid. Nat suddenly appeared in front of Vennoa, in between the approaching bullywug and her. She raised her longsword and brought it down on the bullywug once it was within range. The bullywug tried to parry it, but its spear had already been thrown, so it raised its arms instead. Nat’s arms sliced through, and the bullywug howled in pain. It stared at the stumps on its arms, and quickly turned and tried to run. Nat took the opportunity to slash again with her sword, and ended the bullywug’s life..