It had been scheduled long in advance, our stay there before, was helped by the fact we were coming back.We’re performing at the Arlene Schnitzer Co...cert Hall, a truly magnificent facility we drove by, on our way into town. It’s in Portland, but the facility is only five miles from Vancouver.After a good night’s sleep, the five of us got there early to check out the place. Our contact was Neil Grayson, a slight man of forty with glasses.“Welcome to the Portland Theatre, we are so proud to have. Often telling white women “they don’t date black women.” But for black millennials like myself, that’s not the case. I’m pro black by the way but I’m not racist. I just love my culture and in the skin I’m in. I believe the black woman is a goddess... it is what it is.Base off my past experience? It’s the Caucasian women who are victims of lust with a inner breeding desire for mix babies base off my encounters. Why is this? You could blame it on American pop culture for forever advertising. I rubbed her leg higher and higher when I finally touched her pussy and it was soaked. She immediately turned to kiss me. We sat there for while actually sucking on each others tongues while I fingered her sweet black pussy. She looked at me and said "do you want to taste it?" I had always heard the stereo types of black women having oder and bbws having oder so of course I was worried. But after burrying my face in her sweet pussy I knew it was all bullshit. Her pussy lips were thick and. Couple minutes later Chris strolls out into the sunlight, high on hash.Ok where do i go? he thouht. Wandering aimlessly Chris soon found himself lost in some back alley. oh no he thought im lost. Sinking down Chris sat on the gorund.A fgure approaching soon got his attention. A large lady in a big black abaya started talking to him. what was she saying? no clue. She held out her hand with some bread. Chris took the bread and she let out a laugh. Hmmmmmmmm...she didnt sound tha old. She.