Live together now, in my apartment?” I said, trying to remember what had been said so far.“You never said you had a girl back home?” Alex presse....“You never asked! She asked me to come get her, she was ready to move in?”Oh, shit, deeper and deeper – with every lie!“When do I get to meet her, David?” he questioned.“In a couple days, she’s still settling in?”“Where’s she sleeping?” Alex asked, with lechery in his voice.“In my ... bed, of course! Where else?” I replied.“So, David Anthony is a. She still managed to get the dildo in as far it could go and pleasure me."Yes, sweet, Mia, eat that pussy while our girlfriends fuck each other," Barb moaned.Even as we heard those words and could easily visualize the sexy action, neither of us looked away from each other."I only wish we could go to our first college and let all those other cheerleaders see us. I would certainly want them to see us now, whether we were naked or not. They should know just how much we love each other. I would. “Do it again. Slowly.” She did it without any hesitation.“Hey, Chad?” she asked.“Yeah?” I said, trying to hide my erection futilely.“Any others?”Might as well go for it, huh, Chad?“In fact, while I'm here... what panties you got on?” I asked in a low voice.“Don’t have on any. Let me ask you something. You like me, do you, Chad?” she said, getting closer to me. “You think I’m sexy?”“Yeah,” I answered.“Well, you’re not the first. You’re certainly not the last. Are you hard?” She said, discovering. He was hero ever after!“What to know how my own Black daddy defeated the White boi’s down in Africa?”“I’ve heard this story?” said Bella.“You probably have. I love thinking about it. Boinga Bull was a lover. A lover of White women and White daughters. He seduced every single White Farmers wife and daughter who still hadn’t given up their farms. No rape. Just joyous interracial sex. Joyous cuckolding. And he filmed it all. Totally consensual for the world. We have over 800 tapes, with over.