Then, it happened again. Then a third time. A month later, it was a regular thing. We made out and felt each other up several times a week. She kept t...lling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living in my head. Like, when I was getting ready in the morning, picking out an outfit I thought, "Silvie will like this" or picking eye shadow, "She told me this color looked good on me", etc.Today we were doing it, rolling around my bed and I felt her tugging my panties down. I touched her. Streaming around the perimiter highway, we decided to take our time making it back to the Tower. Our heads nod in unison to the music, and I look over my shoulder at the others. Crow and Cat sit at opposite ends of the back seat, both staring out windows while Cypress shows Sophie how to use his discman in the very back of the wagon. Where he found batteries I’ll never know. ‘Who came up with the idea of using the car stereo anyway?’ Lisa says. ‘I had the CDs – it was Sophie’s idea to stick. I wanted to get off on the thought of having her watch me, but found I couldn’t focus on anything but my cock pounding into Jessica’s cunt.She was on the brink of orgasm now, her voice ringing in my ears as she screamed at me to fuck her harder. I could feel my cock doing its work as I thrust into her with my eyes closed. Normally I would adapt the speed and power of my strokes, but this time I just kept fucking like a machine. She could take it or leave it, and she was enthusiastically taking. Not every White person, male or female, is capable of seeing a Black person as their equal. My name is Sandra Saint-James and I approve this message. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, dark-skinned ( and proud) voluptuous and sexy young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Boston College, where I major in civil engineering. I’m also on the Women’s Rugby Squad. Currently, I’m ranked among the top five percent of the junior class. It’s something I’ve earned. Not because I am.