” Responded the girl, dubious if she didn’t know something about kissing all the others seemed to know. “Surely not like how you kiss a boy?”... More cheerful noises came from behind the barrels, the two were definitely having a good time. Alyssa wondered what was so fun back there. Martin’s strange questions were rather confusing, she wanted to do something fun too. “What do you mean, how I kiss a boy?” Martin started to understand what kind of unknowing sapling he was dealing with. He stood. By now all 3 womenhad regular black boyfriends, in addition to the droves of other blackmen who came to call whenever it took their fancy. Sheila's and Ann'sboyfriends were called Wayne and Leroy, as strapping pair in their midtwenties, whereas my daughter's lover was an older man in his 40's calledTony.Whereas by now I'd learnt my place as servant to the superior black race,sadly there was one member of my family who hadn't, my insolent sonRobert. I'd tried to explain to him that black men. This was getting to be a habit."Feel it." Said Charley.I did not care any more what I did. I just wanted to please Charly and be his girlfriend. I felt the a****ls sex member and it was warm and very exciting for me.Charly kissed me hard. He put his hand in my blouse and felt my breasts. I did not have the willpower to protest. At that point he could do anything to me that he wanted."He unzipped his pants and pulled out his "boner" and my heart fluttered. My panties were wetter than ever. Was I. All I could think about, if you could even call it thinking, was getting one more sweet suck of that cock...feel it throb against my tongue one more time...taste one more dollop of pre-cum, a confusingly familiar concoction somewhere between chevre and wild oats...hoping the next time would be the time he finally exploded all over my slutty face...until it finally was...His cum hit the back of my throat so hard that I swore it shot right to my brain, his orgasmic mix of endorphins and.