After all, I am a proud citizen of Obama’s America. My father Leonard Sinclair is a lieutenant with the Massachusetts State Police. My mother Jeanni...e Saint-Pierre is a schoolteacher. They’re a couple of hard-working, God-fearing and family-oriented Haitian-American professionals living in New England. I grew up with Black Love all around me. Yet upon moving to the Confederation of Canada, I started questioning things I had never questioned before. Why did the local Black women hate the local. I was tired due to hectic schedule and arrangements of wedding. I and Shruti both slept and she was just asking me about my life and everything. I said I am tired Shruti please let me sleep.She was little bit annoyed and said ok you sleep. I closed my eyes tried to sleep. It was around 12.30 when I was on my initial stage of sleep found that something is crawling on my chest. I slightly found that Shruti’s hand came onto my chest as she was trying to sleep.I had no such intentions at that. She began by asking different guys to dance with her and I felt my cock throb and my excitement began when I lost sight of her. Janet had told me she would insist on dancing with her guy for at least two dances. That was my cue to go back to our room and hide in the closet. So, I hurried back to our room and slipped into my hiding place. My wife walked her guy into our room. I was surprised that she had picked an older man. Janet sat on the edge of the bed with him for about five minutes and. Something inside screamed for him to stop, but thescene continued. His cock moved over the lips of my shorts and he pressed into me. I was sure he would encounter some resistance. After all, I was only wearing boxer shorts. But, strangely, as his manhoodpenetrated the shorts, he also penetrated me. I could feel the hardness of his cock as it entered me.New intimate lips closed over it as he began to pump in and out, in and out. His soft pubic hair brushed me, sending me off on rivers of.