I decided to get to know them a bit. You must understand that us African-Americans are naturally curious about Black folks from other places. I wanted...to get to know my ‘brothers and sisters’ from other nations. Unfortunately, somebody forgot to tell me that Black folks in Canada are nothing like African-Americans in America. Black folks in the United States of America for the most part have a shared history of struggle and triumph, that’s why we stick together. Rich or poor, gay or straight,. The problem was to explain this to outsiders. That’s when my parents told me that I’d been adopted. They’d found me in a dustbin outside a hospital, when I was still a baby, while they were out strolling one day, and they so much wanted a child but couldn’t have one through natural means. My father was sterile, and on seeing me, they just couldn’t resist so no one really knew where I’d come from. They couldn’t believe that someone could just abandon a baby in a dustbin that way. The authorities. “I think he’s ready to play again,” Dana remarked looking to see Karen’s reaction, “How many orgasms did he give you before I interrupted?”“He was working on my second when you walked in,” Karen smiled then turned to Duke spreading her legs wide and patting her mound, “Come on, big boy.” Duke was between her legs in a flash, lapping at her moist valley. Karen moaned loudly and gripped Dana’s thigh. Dana took one of Karen’s rock hard nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking while she rolled. Moaning more and more. ‘Shhhh’ I heard… it was him… keeping me quiet. Faster and faster, I plunged the fruit deeper. ‘Oh god!’ I moaned… With my eyes closed, I felt him watching, so I spread my legs wider so he could see even better. In no time at all, I could feel my love juices running down my ass, and I stood quickly and removed my pants and panties. Almost naked I stood there. One leg up on the bench the other on the floor. The banana buried deep inside me. I rubbed my clit faster. My legs.