I’m really, really fucked up inside.”Angelica didn’t say a word. She sat there, looking at me. When I finally had enough courage to meet her g...ze, I saw she had two single wet streaks going down each cheek. Then I lost it. I started silently sobbing, covering my face with my hands and letting out months of suppressed emotion. Suddenly, I felt the warmth I hadn’t felt since Victoria. Angelica wrapped herself around my neck, her butt in my lap, and her legs draped over mine. She ran her. She was an astounding beauty, taller than I and more rounded and longer legged, and if only those black men knew what we were doing as they showered and as we watched them, I was convinced we would have been ****d to death.Yes we masturbated together as girls, watching the black boys shower and I have to admit looking at them and her in the same point of view, made me cum quickest, as the different skin colours and body shapes, gave me a strong desire to copulate with them, even to this day, I. Blame that on Fatouma, a Somali lady I met a few years back. We became friends, and even flirted some, though not much came of it. I’m of Haitian descent, and a Catholic, those factors make meeting Somali women kind of hard since they’re pretty much all Muslim and tend to stick with guys from their faith and culture. Oh, well, a guy can dream, can’t he? I kept reading my book, and from time to time, I checked out the Somali MILF. I’m twenty seven years old, you’d think I’d stop using frat guy. Meena bath le kaar bahut fresh lag rahi thi. Woh salwar suit mein thi. Uske bra ka straps uske tight fitted kurti ke andar saaf dikh raha tha aur bahut tantalizing lag raha tha. Main sofa paar baith gaya aur usase usase ek glass pani manga. Meena tray mein pane ke saath glass laayi aur jhuk kaar mujhe dene lagi. Uska chunni uske shoulder se neeche gir gaya aur uski dono gol gol opulent fleshy choochiyan mujhe saaf saaf dikhayi dene lagi. Main glass lene ke badle uski choochiyon ko hi dekhta.