I shrugged and squared my shoulders. I am not scared of anyone. Hell, I’m a big and tall, openly bisexual Black man from the city of Brockton, Massa...husetts. I’m used to dealing with gunmen, homophobic bastards, racist cops and terrible gangs. I am not scared of some fat White chick who thinks she’s all that because she was born in Hockey Land. The White woman mumbled something and left the bus. I scoffed. Such a bitch. Everyone on the bus kept staring at me. What in Hell are they looking at?. How I wished she were next to me now — no, underneath of me now — curvy firm thighs spread wide, with my hands on her tits as she took my cock, and my seed into her body until we came together. I hungered for the taste of her sexy pussy and our cum inside her, thoroughly mixed together by the pumping of my cock. I called Ann, who was already awake and cleaning at her place. ‘I’m thinking about you, lover.’ I said. ‘I’ve been thinking of you the past two hours.’ Ann replied. ‘I can’t help BUT. "Having your loving is all I need Karen." She kissed Karen. "You're mineKaren," then she quickly modified her appraisal. "Being here with you iswhat I want, and what I need Karen."The two found time to make love several evenings each week, but it wasmore feminine and oral. "Having you push your fingers into me, is quitearousing Karen, especially when you have my small penis in your mouth,"Carrie whispered as she rolled close and kissed Karen.Carrie had been silent on her partner at the hotel. ..with her eyes of course. Every voice lesson I caught her staring at my crotch or licking her lips, its almost as if she viewed me as the evening meal and was wondering what temperature to set the oven.The next step came from the invite..to her house, it was within walking distance of mine and she just wanted to watch a movie. Harmless right? My ass...my arrival and her appearance only sealed the deal. Her tits about came out and smacked me from her tank top, and my boxers were longer than.