That’s my nickname for my darling wife Lisa Tremblay Saint-Germain. The gorgeous Quebec woman who literally saved me from myself. My name is Maurice...Saint-Germain. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved here five years ago, just a cocky young Black guy from Boston, Massachusetts, who found himself in Canada. I felt like the Confederation of Canada was a prison. I didn’t understand these people or this nation. Little did I know that. " Thanks, Coach!" "Thanks for everything, Coach." "See you later, Coach." The crowd called as I exited with Chip."I'll talk to Kelly about tomorrow night when I get home and give you a call," I said. "I expect Kelly would enjoy a fire carnival with you and your date." I'm looking forward to it, Coach," Chip agreed. "I'll see you tomorrow evening."We headed over to the office and checked out with Rob and John. John talked to both of us about returning next year. I promised I would. Chip said he. First year promises to be a blast…. Chapter 1: A Mysterious Letter Whoever got accepted to a university they didn’t apply to? Apparently, I did. Last year in high-school I was burdened with the decision of choosing the best university for my future but just couldn’t come to a conclusion. At first it was a variety of choices, many of them in different countries. Oxford in England, Edinburgh in Scotland, then there were Princeton and Harvard here. It took me months to come to a verdict and I. Erica kicked her boot off and pulled a leg free of the bunched up jeans. She freed a leg from her pretty pink panties and threw two pillows off the sofa. She pushed my shoulders down and I complied, laying on the sofa, face up. Erica unzipped my pants and freed my raging cock. She pulled my boxers loose and slid them down. With one hand on my cock, she slowly started to rub it and stroke it. She then straddled my head with her delicate little ass and sat on my face. Her taint was squarely.