Living in an environment like this, I started having doubts about the Black Love. In hindsight, I really shouldn’t have. After all, I am a proud cit...zen of Obama’s America. My father Leonard Sinclair is a lieutenant with the Massachusetts State Police. My mother Jeannine Saint-Pierre is a schoolteacher. They’re a couple of hard-working, God-fearing and family-oriented Haitian-American professionals living in New England. I grew up with Black Love all around me. Yet upon moving to the. I looked like Jill, the girl thatlived across the street! I even had small boobs and long legs! Tellingme that my hair needed more work than she was capable of, mom told methat we were going to take a quick drive to her beauty shop to get myhair trimmed to be more like a girls, yet still be able to brush it likea boy. Still shocked by the way I looked, I let mom take my hand, and Isoon found myself headed for the front door, before I finally resisted."You have to do this in order to stay on the. I saw all of the girls going after the assholes just like you are doing. Hell, Megan, if you're only going for that type, than why do you need to change. You deserve each other."No one had ever talked to Megan that way, and she did not like it at all. The problem was that she could sense the truth in everything Naomi said."Look, Megan, you're about to graduate and leave the area, right? There's not much I can do to help you. I hope I have started you thinking at least a little." Um, for sure.. I got up off my stool to take some clothes off and pretty soon we were both naked and making out. He was a great kisser. I got on the floor in order to swallow his dick with my full attention. I worked on it until I had it hard then swung him around and parted his ass cheeks. His hole was hot, smooth, clean and tasty. I loved it as he gasped while I tongue-fucked him. Sitting on the floor I kept going from ass to dick as he began a “Daddy-Son” dialog that was really hot. As I edged him on.