Unhone us din t-shirt or pant pehni hui thi. Bhabhi ne apni t-shirt shoulder pe se hata ke dikhaya. Unka shoulder red ho gaya tha.Maine kaha Dr ke pas...chalte he wo boli itni si chot ke liye Dr ke pas kya jana. Mai bola but aapki hand movement nai ho rai he. To wo boli kuch nai hota 1-2 din me thik ho jayega tabhi mereko yad aaya ki aise chot pe ice lagane se bhi thik hota he.Maine Bhabhi ko ye bataya to wo boli thik he but mereko t-shirt utarni padegi us ke liye. Mai udas hoke bola haa wo bhi. But it doesn’t. Look me in the eyes. Think of everything we’ve done.”Not knowing why, I stared deeply into her beautiful, doe-like, brown eyes.“I love you.” she said, slowly and meaningfully.“I love you too.” I feebly managed.“But ... we’re not lovers, are we?” she asked me seriously.I shook my head no. “I don’t think we are.”She bit her bottom lip. “Okay.” Gathering her strength, she stood up. “Then I’m definitely getting that abortion.”I have no clue what was going through Megan’s mind. In. Taking Marge's hand in his, Jack guided it to her pussy, placing her fingers on her clit. She had never masturbated, growing up believing it was a sin, but her mind was like mush and all she felt was pleasure between her legs. She didn't even realize it was coming from her own fingers. Each touch sent a signal to her brain which sent a signal back to her fingers to do it again. She mauled her clit, rubbing it in circles and back and forth, and then she exploded. Her hand dropped lower, two. No sense of sisterhood made the racist woman on the plantation feel bad for the black woman who was her slave. How quickly black women forget where they come from. They forget that black men have been fighting, suffering and dying alongside them for ages. Since the beginning. As black men and black women, we’re a breed apart. We need to take care of our own, not embrace divisive social movements created by racist women to dominate the world. Black men and black women can take care of each.