Born in Bethel Town, Jamaica, and raised in London, Ontario, by an adoptive White family, Adam Stanford had been through a lot in his twenty seven yea...s upon this earth. His adoptive parents, Liam and Nicole Stanford were nice people, but they were White, and couldn’t understand how Canadian society treated people of color, especially young Black men. After graduating from high school, Adam Stanford put off college for a while and did some traveling. The young man needed to do some soul. He slowly slid his hands down the front of her tank top filling his hands with her soft breasts. He felt her nipples against his palms and bit the inside of his lip. Abby’s mind was going eight hundred miles an hour. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here in a gazebo, letting a seemingly complete stranger touch her this way. She was getting so turned on and decided to throw caution to the wind. She turned to face Brian and stood up. They looked into each other’s eyes and a silent agreement. We parted as the maid came in to serve us dinner. After dinner, the maid left. She would be back in the morning. Now it was 1 on 1 now I took her to the bed room and we undressed. Her tits were honey coloured and the nipples were like Kabul grapes. I slowly pulled her to me and we started to kiss, first slowly and then with love. I left my hand roam over her naked body and massaged her sensitive parts as she moaned and held me tight. I went down to her tits and after a feast there, I chewed her. So, any time." Could we do it again? Right now?" Would you like me to get on top and do you?" Oh, yeah, I think I'd really like that." I can pretty much guarantee you'll like it, Mark. Here, let me get up over you. Oh, I've got your cum running down my leg. Wanna lick it off for me?"Well, okay, I thought, as I bent down and licked off my cum dribbling down her leg. I then lay down and she got up over me, squatted, reached behind and sat down over my dick as it slid up into her."Mmm, how's.