"OMG!" heexclaimed, "I look like a real girl, don't I?" I agreed. "It's likeyou've been my best girlfriend now forever! But remember when you firstsaw...me at the mall and my clittie was making a tent in my skirt? That'swhere you are now." I pointed at the tent in his panties. I was rightabout it being smaller than it had been. It was maybe only 4" long whenhe was fully hard. He blushed. "I'm sorry about making fun of you thatday," he said, ducking his head. I gave him a hug and told him not. "Yes, she's being careful not to cause offence unlike that fool in the embassy," Morgana replied."I doubt he'll forget meeting you, my Mage," I said with a grin."I doubt he'll forget what you did to him, John. That was a masterstroke, treating him as a social inferior not to be spoken to until he'd given formal recognition," she said."It helped that you did the same, my Mage," I said.We arrived at one of the fort like buildings and two of the aides swung the doors open for us to allow us into a. I’ve always lived in a racially diverse town. Yet I’ve also seen a ton of racism and special treatment based on the pallor of one’s skin tone. Certain professions, such as police work, seem to attract the racists in droves. Strange, huh? The Black people I met in Canada are a strange bunch. Take my cousin Valencia for example. This tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black chick is a law student at the University of Ottawa. Her parents are Haitian and although she was born in Canada, she. . Now!" The hour started with him rubbing his muscular body against my chest and he was sucking and biting my neck. His cock was rubbing on my slit. I was hoping it would just slip in. I craved being fucked by him. His right hand wandered up my side, and he pinched and twisted my left nipple in between his thumb and pointer." "Mhmm." "That hurt?" "It wasn't that painful." "How's this?" He started kissing my breast, twirling his tongue around every once in awhile. I started to cum as he started.