I’ve finally received a copy of the book I’ve been writing. It’s about the life of a bisexual Black man from a conservative community living in ...orth America. His family, his friends and his ups and downs. I’ve written the book a year ago and have sought a publisher for ages. I finally landed a deal with this print-on-demand publisher. It looks nice. Glossy cover. Cool. I smile, and read the note. It tells me that the book will be available for sale on Amazon.com in a few months. Nice! Man,. It was the price of living next to your work space, but there were other, nicer perks too. Like being able to wake up five minutes before you were due to be at work. 'It wasn't even supposed to be my shift', he thought, staring at the first order of the day written on a small scrap of paper. The feeling that something was wrong was magnified by the unusual order, from that girl in the corner. Why would one person order two lattes? It didn't seem right to him and he caught himself checking if he. She squeezed and kneaded, excited by the fact that she was fondling her sister's tits, which were so much like her own. Kay felt almost as if she were playing with her own tits!Then, the younger girl's head lowered and her lips closed lewdly over one of her sister's reddish nips as it poked up stiffly. Her tongue flicked out over the plump nipple and she began to suck."Ohhh, God, Kay!" Janie cried as hot flames of lust shot through her body.Her tits, already swollen with desire, now felt as if. It felt incredible."Oh my god, this is even better, almost feels like I'm fucking a girl" he blurted in pure ecstasy. However, as we continued, the position of my on my back became problematic and we had a hard time keeping both of our cocks in there. "Lets just go for the real thing, this isn't working" I said. I stood up as if it was an every day occurrence, grabbed the lube, and then sat on the armrest with my feet on the floor. I then leaned back, with my head resting on a couch cushion.