Some black people think racism is dead just because a black man is President of the United States. I don’t think so. You see, I think racism is gene...ic. I think people are genetically programmed to hate and fear anyone who’s different from them. That’s why people from rival tribes, nations and continents have been warring for thousands of years. That’s why the Jews and the Muslims hate each other. Not because of religious differences. That’s why white people hate all non-whites. I don’t care. She slid down the glass onto the floor. Cassie followed her down and then pulled her up onto her knees.“Oh Cass, no more. I can’t take any more.” Candace groaned.“Sure you can.” Cassie grinned. I paused my jerking as Cassie withdrew her dick from Candace and moved it around.“What are you doing?” Candace cried out, jerking forward and looking over her shoulder frantically.“Relax sis. This isn’t your first time.” Cassie replied.“Cass, that’s my ass. That’s my ass Cassie!” Candace shrieked.“I. She knew what sperm could do, and she wasn’t sorry about it. Of course, she might be later, but her giddy happiness was communicable.As soon as I rolled over the wet spot we had created, and sat up, I actually felt pretty good. And by the time I got to the bathroom and sat on the throne to ease my bladder, I felt great. And as I sat there, looking at her naked body, turning under the water through the frosted glass of the shower door, I realized I felt fantastic.She squealed as I barged into. You two deserve that kind of shared love.” She bent down and kissed each of my nipples, “Thank you, dear Laura, for all of this.” She looked up at the pilothouse with its darkened windows. We both knew the three men were probably behind those windows, keeping Chris company as he piloted the boat, enjoying an afternoon cocktail, and watching us to see what might happen.Sharon was wearing, for her, a daring swimsuit. She apparently bought it before leaving on this trip because I had not seen her.