" Nor are most of us turned on with being viewed as a "fetish" or wanted for our "BBC's", treated as property, used as the "Mandingo" , employed as yo...r lovers, etc. I realize that there are a lot of black men out there who are into that type shit - but "I" find it extremely offensive and degrading. A lot of you need to realize that my sentiments are shared by just as many blacks who agree with me, than those who disagree. SO, please refrain from engaging me on some "Hello, I'm white and I love. They were custom made and had cost a lot of money. He smiled as he bent her legs up, she had painted her toe nails."Cut it out Tony." she straightened her legs back our, spreading them a little."Why are you pissed at me?" he asked."We could be out making love, but no you want to play in the sand." she mumbled.Tony smiled, he started on her right leg, he squeezed a line of lotion from her asscheek, down to her the heel of her foot.Morgan shivered. Tony began to rub it in, gently, smearing it. I thought she is asking for a kiss. I put my hands around her and pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her chubby cheek. Though she did not resist, went on complaining what are you doing, no, no, not this, I said cover your body, you don’t have any clothes underneath. I took her hand and placed it over my erect cock.The moment her hand touched my cock her objections stopped and her face was buried in my chest. I pulled her closer, and kissed on her both cheeks and lips and neck. She. There was no sense in rushing, so I poured myself a drink and waited, enjoying the peace and quiet, sipping it slowly. The foul weather of the morning had eased and occasionally the patio window would blaze as the sun came out from behind a cloud. I had reverted back to my previous t-shirt and shorts and, as my mind turned to Rosea I could feel myself already begin to stiffen. I pushed myself up from my chair and slowly walked up the stairs.I could hear nothing through her door, so I went on to.