Her palloo being down Rati's nicefull breasts came into view, proud and erect with the nipples pointing forward.I grabbed them in my big, rough hands ...nd gave them a rough kneading thatmade Rati moan and groan squirming her ass on my cock. Then I left her groaningand went to stand behind Amisha. Slowly I pushed my long middle finger upinto her tight wet cunt, hearing her gasp as she felt the thick finger openher small cunt hole and penetrated deep inside. As I started pushing it inand out of. My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. 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. “Come on, let’s get you some juice.”He guided me to the refreshment table, an arm curled protectively around my waist as if I might take another tumble, then ladled out a cup of punch I could hardly taste before he vanished into the next wave of guests.I didn’t sleep that night. Those few minutes between the stairs and the beverage kept looping before my eyes. My curiosity had developed into a full blown crush.*He crouched by the pool’s edge, offering a large white cabana towel when I emerged. When I turned around, her panties were off again. She led me the couch and pulled my pants and boxers off. I noticed a white residue on my cock. It was her cream from when I entered her in the car. It didn’t bother her; she likes her taste, almost as much as I do. She pushed me down on the couch and kneed down to take my cock into my mouth. While her tongue circled my head and lips went up and down on my shaft, I took off the remaining clothes that she “forgot” to take off. I tilted my head.