I know of the treachery which fills the black community. Everyday seems to be a battle of the sexes between black men and black women. And neither sid... is taking prisoners. Folks, this is madness. Seriously. This has to stop. The end of this madness stops now. I remember my grandfather Alphonse and my grandmother Mercy in rural Haiti where I grew up. They loved and respected each other. My grandmother was a strong, intelligent woman. But unlike many of today’s women, she didn’t need to step on. I looked hurt and she slapped my hand, gently. "Don't even try to play the hurt suitor card. Guys have played that game on me since I was in seventh grade. It didn't work then and it won't work now." She smiled when she said it, to take any sting out of her comment.I was enjoying doing nothing. We were in a fine dining establishment, having an exceptional meal, and our conversation was appropriate for the occasion. "I graduated from Yale Law, if you can believe it. My dad was a Yale man, and my. “Is this okay?” She asked.“Yeah, that’s good. Keep doing that.” I said. Her slow pace began to quicken, and I could feel my pressure already starting to build. It didn’t take very long before I started producing the clear sticky precum that was now dribbling down the head of my cock. Abby took her eyes off mine just long enough to notice. She took her thumb and smeared it over the head of my cock, and down to the soft sensitive underside of my head.“Fuck, Abby, that’s so good. I thought you. I had never bathed a dog before, but feeling up Mac gave me an appreciation for how muscly they were! Or maybe it was just him. Either way, I was greatly enjoying feeling him up with my hands. Mac was still licking in my mouth, so I decided to have some fun while I shampooed his fur. I closed my lips around his tongue periodically, sucking it for a second before letting it pop out again. He seemed to enjoy that, so I kept it up, letting my own tongue wrap around his as my mouth enveloped it..