“Tell me honestly; is the myth about African men really true? I mean, do they really have such huge penises, and are they such great lovers? I’ve ...lways thought it was just people’s imagination. And are they as emotionally rewarding as a white man?”Becca snorted in derision.“Giselle, you can believe me. I am the living witness that it is both emotionally and sexually rewarding. Taking an African lover worked 100% with me. I never felt so satisfied in bed with any white man, my ex-husband. She is not sure why she does this: the money helps keep the baby, to be sure; but perhaps also, the physical touch, though hardly tenderness, is some consolation for her lost, lonely, foreign soul.He yanks at the top of her dress, scattering buttons and pulling down her bra so that her exposed breasts bulge obscenely upwards. “Oh yeah, I love these tits, baby!” he exclaims, slapping and tweaking her damp dark nipples.“Nee, no tits, Emiel. Tieten for baby now,” she pleads. “Come, better you fuck. I was getting more comfortable the more beers I drank and it helped that one of the gay couples were giving me complements from the moment we were introduced.Jan stayed close to me as the night wore on except to spend some time chatting with Siobhan who was now so drunk that Mark was feeding her g****s and trying to get her to drink water. It was around two in the morning when the crowd started to thin out with maybe people remaining. We were sitting or standing on the back porch with a few. Less than a week after Victor moved in, I returned home early from work one day only to discover that Victor’s status in our home had been raised from lodger to lover. Like any man, I was initially horrified to catch my wife sucking off a seventeen-year-old black lad.Mandy was wearing a sheer lace nightgown, down on her knees in the middle of our lounge, with Victor’s large black cock in her mouth. Though what shocked me most was how cool they were about it. There were no rueful apologies or.