Too many hate crimes. And too many racist cops shooting innocent young Black men. Yeah, I think my father had a point when he sent me to Canada. When...I first came to the Confederation of Canada in November 2009, I lived in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans with my uncle Leonard Bergeron, my father’s little brother. He works as a corrections officer in downtown Ottawa. His wife Martha is a very nice lady. She works as a nurse here in town and she’s the best aunt ever. I got along okay with my. The smell of my own juices were intoxicating. My mouth gaped open and I sucked on my fingers, tasting the sweetness from my own wet pussy, smelling it. I quickly moved my hand back to the shaft of my clit, finding that sweet spot, rhythmically rubbing back and forth as my fantasies became more diffuse, Just hands touching me; hot hard cock near me, waiting to fuck me, seeing my flesh shake as my fingers rubbed faster and faster. I heard imaginary words of encouragement, egging me on, “don’t. I think that she really wanted us to have our babies on the same day.”“Really? Let me talk to her. I love you forever.”“I love you forever. And I know that you love me and all of us. Go take care of your wife.”“You mean ‘our’ wife.”“No, right now she needs her husband. When she had the last babies, she was distraught that her husband wasn’t there. When Penelope was born she screamed that she loved you. Go to her and stay with her. The babies and I are here and heathy.”Lynn offered me her lips. ”The older man sighed and sat back as he looked to a sad looking girl beside the fire, “Megan.”The girl looked up and at him and he gestured to me, “this one claims to have your ability.”A dagger flashed up from the table and at me. My left hand snapped out and caught it and I struggled to keep it away. The man snorted and shook his head, “yeah I do not see it.”The noble opened his mouth but I growled and pulled at the feel of flames. The fireplace exploded into a pillar that shot up and flame.