" In this last sense, the story I'm posting sides with the amazing virility and fecundity of Jamal and his friends African sperm as the "mightier!" To...add to that, it's interesting to note that a steady decline in fertility among whites in the west has been going on for quite some time...and so, perhaps all that Africa needs to reassert itself, is more of that fertile sperm they posses in such amazing abundance?! ]Jamal---CongoGrowing up in Africa as a young Congolese man, there was always. I was certain he wouldn’t try to feel me thinking he might scare me off again.Once again I stepped back. This time I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Jim smiled as my hands reached around behind me grabbing the clasp of my bra. I knew there was no going back once I let my bra hit the floor. I stepped back into his arms kissing him with our naked chests rubbing together.Jim broke our kiss looking down at my breasts. “May I?” he asked, holding his hands in front of my. One of them gets up and I slide in between the two of them. They introduce themselves as Randy, Jamal and Eric. I’m sitting between Eric and Jamal. I introduce myself and we begin to shoot the breeze. Every time my drink gets low they order me another. By eleven I’m really feeling the effects of all of the alcohol and getting really turned on by these gorgeous young men. Jamal invites me back to their apartment for a drink and I accept.We grab a cab for the drive there. No sooner do we. He stood expertly on a pair of green three inch heels, and hisears had been pierced, where he now sported little green studs. He lookedevery bit a feminine beauty, and absolutely adored it.Julia said calmly, "I had an interesting experience at the salon with mymother this weekend, and I decided later on that I wanted to be onhomecoming court." She grinned ear to ear, with the familiar glazed overlook in her eyes. She had obviously been smoking something recently.Shaking his head Mr. Parker.