There are quite a few African immigrants living in Ottawa. I’ve joined an African church and I’ve made friends with my long-lost brothers and sist...rs. Black folks from the New World are quite curious about their African origins these days. We want to reconnect. And I am no exception. Speaking of reconnecting, I am making a connection of my own with a pretty Congolese lady named Linda Mulenge. She’s something else, folks. Six feet tall, beautifully dark-skinned, with long Black hair, a curvy. We settled down to a fine meal, hot Thai soup and curry with lashings of ice cold beer. The conversation flowed and the evening was obviously a great success, but I found it difficult to ignore the constant glances that were coming my way from Sunisa. After dinner the music went on and dancing couples filled the veranda, spilling out onto the lawn. As the only two unattached bodies there I paired up with Sunisa, we chatted and danced, but I deliberately avoided the slow numbers, making an. It wouldn’t be long until I was meeting men for sex. Mostly much older men, but not always. They all seemed to love running their hands over my young, fit body, sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. What they didn’t know was that was only secondary to me. What I really wanted, what I craved and ached for was having cock in my mouth. Although I wasn’t ready to admit it just then. Pleasuring them, tasting them, that seemed to be my goal, that was what I loved. Any color and any size, I knew I. ?He leaned forward a little and slid his fingers into her hair. Thus controlling her, he tilted and moved her head this way and that, rubbing her cheek against his cock. When it started to drip, he pulled her head tightly against his thigh and, with the other hand, guided the tip of his manhood against her lips, glazing them with his fluids. Her eyes met his pleadingly and he told her to lick it up, which she did with relish.When she was done, he pressed his cock against her cheek and looked.