I know I am. For sure! Anyway... I was revisiting an awesome private site, one that I had hacked into earlier, that was filled with videos of flat che...ted, crossdressing, u******e sissy-boys getting fucked bareback, and suckig off groups of Daddys and Grampys, when I heard my own father going down the hall and into the bathroom. Naturally, being horney, I snuck out of my room and followed him waiting outside the door, listening for the shower to start before screwing up my courage and peeking. Recovering my composure somewhat, I replied with the wittiest retort I could think of. "If I let you have some then all the other woman here will want some too. Are you sure you want to share me?" Oh," she giggled, "aren't you the stud then? I suppose I'd better settle for a gin and tonic for now then." Things definitely seemed to be going well, I thought to myself as I approached the bar. I couldn't imagine Caroline speaking to me like that if she hadn't made her mind up to go all the way. On the last page all of the pictures were of the two guys sucking each other’s cocks. Now the one who had been on top was on his back while the other was over him on his hands and knees. The woman was watching them with a big smile on her face and her finger in the top one’s asshole.“Private, what the hell are you doing?” The sergeant’s loud voice shattered the quiet of the barracks.The private dropped the magazine, sending it fluttering to the floor. He kicked it under the cot as he tucked his. A few were into cliques. As in Kenyans who only hung out with Kenyans and Somalians who only hung out with other Somalians. I saw a lot of Africans who dated outside their race. At first it was mostly the Black guys with the White chicks. Then I began to see a lot of Black chicks with White guys. Imagine that. Africans in Canada are more into dating White people than African-Americans in America. At this point in time, I considered Black women to be my standards of beauty. I loved Black women.