“You may look as close as you like butyou are not allow to touch. Slowly Jess made her way towards the blond Linda whowas now staring as she app...oached. She walked up tillher pussy was within a foot of the blond.“What wrong with you honey,” she asked Linda. “Neverseen a black pussy before? Is it too much for you tocomprehend?”The blond was now staring at her glorious cunt and Jessknew she was getting wet between her legs by how tighther thighs were. I wondered how I should phrase that in my logbook.It was actually quite boring, sitting there on this landing field.The fifth day passed without much going on. Elfi had hacked into their transmissions and we knew it was the Intruder that caused the delay. The Oghar’s ship had engine problems They managed to find a suitable spare part only after the third day and it took them four more days to install it. The Dragon had called us several times and gave us updates.He had officially invited us to. I enjoyed teasing this young man sometimes, and as I wasn’t married to his dad so there was nothing weird in that. But then two months earlier, I got married to Andrew’s dad. I decided to end this game of teasing him all the time, but I couldn’t. My sex life with Andrew’s dad got worse after the marriage and I started enjoying Andrew’s attention to my hot body. Before getting married to Andrew’s Dad, I had many young lovers, but I had never been with an eighteen year old. I was thirty-seven. A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can’t seem to make any progress. I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. It’s their lack of unity. Seriously. White people stick together. Black people don’t. Until we support our own through thick and thin, we won’t succeed. Black writers strive to bring the Black experience into mainstream fiction and.