I’m used to dealing with gunmen, homophobic bastards, racist cops and terrible gangs. I am not scared of some fat White chick who thinks she’s all...that because she was born in Hockey Land. The White woman mumbled something and left the bus. I scoffed. Such a bitch. Everyone on the bus kept staring at me. What in Hell are they looking at? Lately, I’ve been feeling sick. Mainly due to the terrible things I see happening in the city of Ottawa. What bothers me is that the blatant racism I see here. , nine months later, giving him to my parents to raise. They had supported me and my pro-life choice and they didn't mind another child, since I had run out to make it big in Hollywood.I'm ashamed to say I didn't get home to visit my child very much in the next few years while my career took off, but I spent all my Christmases there, and I certainly never forgot a birthday, so I thought I had done right by him.Success made getting home impossible, even during some Christmas seasons, so I did. As Albert got distracted from the videos by Gary, he pulled down his own jeans and massaged his undie covered dick.Seeing this, Gary pulled his dick out of his briefs and slowly stroked it.Now Albert couldn't take his eyes off Gary's cock. He took his own dick out and began to masturbate, in front of this stranger."That's it Albert, jack that cock!" Gary said lustily."Oh Gary, you're nasty. What am I doing, anyway?" Albert was so horny, but so confused."You're having a good time, it looks. Pre-cum was slipping out of my lips dropping on my mammy. After sucking him for few minutes, I got up and we started French kissing while I was massaging his motta loda in my hands. During our kisses, he pulled down my shorts. Now I was utterly nangi in park, just had my socks, sneakers and sun glasses. He ordered me to get on my knees on bench. I bent over with my bums facing him. He stood behind me pour some oil over his lund and started slapping his lund over my motti chut lips. I was dying.