Before I can offer an invitation Box is inside,shutting us both in and wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell. Wenamed him Box for the shape of his h...ad - beyond that he's Scottish,powerful and short. My best friend."What you doing, Toots?" He pulls out the chair from under my desk,spins at around so its back faces me and sits, straddling it, legs wideopen. Manspreading."Preparing from the zombie apocalypse," I murmur absently,concentrating on keeping the nail polish from my skin. I might. “And lo there be dragons upon the land and the mighty wept in fear and the weak rejoiced, look to the skies came the cries of the multitudes, hear the sound of dragons wings and the roar of their voices that cry out for justice in all things. Deep within the forests of the lands, the children find fairies and elves dancing in moonbeams and once again know magic and clap their tiny hands in delight, ohhhhhh for the world to have forgotten such magic, is it lost my friend? never cried the dragon. Since skinny White women don’t want them. I wonder why. White women in Canada are far more racist than White men. They’re vicious, treacherous and totally fake. Yet I seem to be the only Black man in Canada who knows this. The other minority groups aren’t much better. Asians, especially the Chinese, suck up to White people like their lives depend on it. The Indians ( from India) also seem to worship White people. Asians distance themselves from other minority groups, especially Blacks and. Zack looked down at my clean shaved pussy. “Beautiful pussy you have,” Zack said. I went to the bed, and lay down on my back spreading my legs over the edge of the bed. “Come, Zack. Eat my pussy,” I said. Zack came to me, and went on his knees on the floor. He buried his face between my legs, and I moaned as he pushed his tongue between my wet pussy lips. “Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned. “Give me your cock, Son,” I said looking at Sean. Sean got on the bed next to me, and he gave his cock in my mouth..