..striving to punch the cervix and spray my seed deep into her womb. Spurt after spurt blows from the tip of my member...coating her insides. She begi...s to cry quietly, exhausted and happy that it is finally finished. I stay inside her for a few more minutes with that blue pill helping to keep my erection. Pulling out, I watch the creampie follow. My white cum slowly seeps from her swollen red lips. I ask her to sit up and straddle her husbands face. She carefully gets up and he lays down on. I heard him getting dressed, so I wasn't surprised. Jennifer was snoring, so I left her alone. I gave some serious thought to going out for coffee. I didn't want, or need, to fake breakfast but I did want the coffee.I happened to be sitting beside the phone when it rang. It is possible that had I not been, it might have awakened Jen, but I had my doubts. She was pretty much still inside whatever kind of stupor she have fallen into. I did make sure she was breathing before I answered the. Got a room over in the Marriott that I'm sharing with a couple of buddies.” I clapped excitedly and said, “No shit! I'm at the Marriott too! I'm here with Isaac and Liz. We're splitting the room cost.” Wayne gave me a funny look and it took me a second to interpret. “Oh, no! No no, it's nothing like that ! Two beds, I get one of them all to myself.” Wayne chuckled, then gave me another once over. I felt heat creep up my neck and into my face as he took stock of my getup. I'm not really a Goth,. And I’ve lost count of how many Black Canadian women seem to have nothing but hatred for Black guys. Contempt for their own race seems to drive Black Canadians into the bedrooms of Whites rather than love. That’s the main difference between Black Canadians who date interracially and Black Americans who do the same thing. Black Americans think highly of themselves. They are fearless. And they date whoever they damn well please without losing themselves. Black Canadians are so self-loathing it’s.