At length she seemed finished, for she began putting the camera equipment away. He smiled, and used her distraction to his advantage, gradually moving...along the ring of trees until he was behind her, careful to use the obscuring gloom of the shadows to keep himself concealed. Eric smirked to himself as she bent over the candles, mindfully blowing them out one by one, her back to him. As the darkness crept forward with each extinguished candle, so did he, until at last she blew out the final. 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. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn’t have to wait long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips then moved away..my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…there was more movement on the blanket and thenA prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the prick. I greet the owner of the store and cashier like i normally do, and walked n2 the back of the store to get some oj. I seen an ass i cant forget bent over digging in the freezer. My insticts made me wanna rub all over her, and just dry hump her without saying a word-but i remembered what she put me thru. My ex was in the damn store with her bf. I said excuse me as if i didnt know who she was got my juice and happened to make it on line right behind her bf. She walks up to me and says what ya cant.