Then you can tell me who the wimp is!”“You’re thinking about doing that again?” Kara asked.“Maybe. It’s a matter of time. Just like everyt...ing else. Probably not this year, because I’m more or less booked solid until Sensei Jim returns from Japan.”March 25, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“God, what a mess,” I sighed, tossing the front section of the Chicago Tribune onto the kitchen table.“How much oil was spilled?” Kara asked.“Something on the order of half-a-million barrels,” I said. “The Exxon Valdez. I woke up in the middle of the night with some moaning noises.They were coming from the living room area. I peeped out only to get the shock of my life. Avneet and Rakesh were having sex, she was riding him very hard, and her boobs were bouncing.Rakesh: Aaah, fuck baby, you are so wild today. Your pussy is so drenched!Avneet: Your hard cock makes me so wet. I was naked and was waiting for you to come and fuck me, but she came in. I was so mad at you. Now fuck me harder, suck my boobs.Rakesh:. .''He's lying,' said Kola. 'White boys don't like takingblack boy cock up the bum. Nigerian cock is way too bigfor them; they like little, white willies up their bums.''No, no,' said Adam. 'Black boy cock is awesome. It'sfucking awesome.'Samson continued to pound away at Adam's rear end as Kolacoaxed more black cock compliments out of his new bum-boy.I was pleased to see and hear my boyfriend playing alongwith these thugs; however, he did seem to be enjoying theabuse a tad too much for my. We stammered through some small talk before she mentioned she had moved in with her boyfriend. "Well, nice to meet you!" I said. "I should get this thing upstairs." She smiled and replied. "Oh OK. Nice to meet you, yeah, that looks heavy!" It wasn't much more than a week that had gone by when I started hearing them upstairs. Sometimes stomping, fighting, or partying. I could hear them have sex. Her high pitched moans and squeals in unison with the bed frame banging against the wall. They were.