The sailor knelt between the Queen’s legs, quivering on weakened haunches due to near-bursting lust. His long pring rose, impossibly hard, and stuck...out, straining, just inches from his ruler’ dripping wame.He spied brief disappointment in the Queen's eyes, he knew she had wanted to suck his long stalk, but he held much loftier plans for his stiff member on this wild dawn.He dipped his eyes to take a long, desire-heavy gaze at the form of her royal grove of venus; the Queen's dark fur was. "Carl interjected, "Jeff is far too modest to tell you this himself, but he has won awards for his work. He is one of the best in the business."Jeff laughed, "They were merely awards from a trade association, that's all. The way Carl talks you'd think they were Oscars! He's always one to talk things up." There was something about him. I couldn't put my finger on it. I sensed the bonhomie was false and the charm was something that he could instantly switch on as necessary."And how did you get to. I told her that the rumors about African American men being intellectual slouches were greatly exaggerated. Plenty of us hit the books instead of the basketball court. She laughed at that and nodded understandingly. Where did everybody get the stereotypes about Black folks? Yeah, that’s how I met Farah Al-Rashid. I caught her glancing at her watch and hesitated. She had somewhere to go. I came to the library to do research for my sociology class and ended up flirting with a hot chick. I had to. To a five-year-old, that felt like forever. When Mom and Dad finally called us, I had nearly finished reading a story from my first grade reader."Yuusou, Shinka, we need to think of names for your little brother or sister," Dad said. "Yuusou, you get to pick a name for a boy. Shinka, you can pick a name for a girl."That didn't make me very happy. After all, I'd wanted a girl and Shinka had wanted a boy. When I was born, Dad picked my name. It means "manly." Mom picked Shinka's name, which means.