Bree sidled up next to me as I watched our men’s pair working.“Enjoying the show?”“These guys? You know I don’t swing that way.”“I meant...the next court. That bitch is bleeding pheromones.”“Oh yeah. Whitney,” I said dismissively. “She thinks she’s a big tease, but she’s really just being annoying.”“She thinks the best way to get to you is through Lissa,” Bree said. “If you don’t do something, she’ll disrupt the team, and there are only six of us, and I don’t count.”“You could play.”“It would. She could easily wearclothes borrowed from her mother, and it was a source off some friction betweenthem that Melissa wouldn't let her do so, or wear make-up. I was pretty sure Iknew what the problem was, too. It wasn't just that Mel didn't want to take achance on her expensive designer clothes getting damaged - having paid for them Ishared that desire - but that she didn't want to acknowledge that her little girlwasn't so little anymore.Mel was thirty-two, seven years older than me, but still. "you have a real sexy girl here man" Raheem said to me as this was the first time he acknowledged me."Yeah she sure is" i said.There was some pre-cum starting to ooze out of Raheem's cock, Linda then moved her tongue down to the tip of his penis and began to lick in and around the entrance of his head. She then took his throbbing black cock in her mouth and began to slurp on his dark meat.Raheem was also finding it really hard to concentrate on the road and i don't blame him, Linda when in a. Why? Simply because I’ve got big balls. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an empowered man-hater to tame. I’m a six-foot-two, 250-pound black man. I don’t work out a lot, unless walking up and down the city a lot. I’m a scholarship student at my college. I’m not rich. I walk to a lot of places. I’m always on the school computers at the library, writing a story or surfing the web for interesting media articles, music videos and the like. I have so many interests. Men’s Rights. Gay, Lesbian and.