With a jerk, I followed. Ellen made a beeline to our packs. There were more people on the main beach, but not many near our gear. I was hoping no one ...ould notice her walk of slutty shame. But, when a beautiful, shapely women in a white bikini walks around on a cold black beach, it's kind of hard to miss, even from a distance. Heads turned. One or two people looked at Ellen admiringly just as she got to our gear. One old guy, who was closer to us than the others, did a double take as she. My name is Christopher Spence. I’m a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The most politely racist town in the world. The Capital of Canada. What possessed me to leave my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, to come here? I honestly don’t know. Oh, yeah. I do know. My parents, friends and a whole lot of people got fed up with me in New England and I skipped town because, um, I didn’t want to die. So I came to the City of Ottawa, a place I visited once. She was quite possessive, in fact, even when it turned out that Jennifer and Candy had, indeed, found a couple of young men at the roadhouse and were at the picnic with those men. They were a little shameless about it too, which drew the attention of Ethyl, Gladys and their gaggle of stern-faced friends.That only lasted until Agatha Roberts showed up. One of her arms was linked through that of the man walking beside her, and the other was burdened with a picnic basket. She walked into the park. He liked that I wasn’t wearing panties and I was glad that Jim made me not wear any. When Jim finally returned Eric had a finger inside me and kept it there on my instance as Jim sat down and Jim rested his hand on my other thigh. Damn I felt like such a naughty girl with two guys feeling me up. We had another round of drinks and I was pretty tipsy when I just had to tell the guys I need to get my pussy fucked, right now! Jim and Eric both laughed and off we went. We were both parked near each.