”Meynote smiled and nodded in thanks.Erin inquired, “Before we begin, Captain Meynote would you like something to drink?”“Tea would be great. ... noticed that you are all informal in addressing each other, so would you be kind enough lessen the formality by not using my rank.”“Certainly. Would you like the Atewa version of tea?”“If possible, and provided it is easy to get then, yes, please.”“It is.”“As soon as everyone has refreshments, we will begin,” said Chester. A little later, when he saw. The Great White North of Canada doesn’t appeal to most of them. Too cold, I guess. That’s why I lived isolated from my own race most of my life. Until I moved to the United States of America, and experienced a cultural and personal renaissance. I discovered a lot about myself and about my race within months of moving to America. I love my fellow Black men. The feeling of brotherhood I feel with them is deep. I also have an abiding love for the Black women of the world. I love them. I need them.. When he turned and saw me my heart (and pussy) fluttered. The predatory smile came back on his face. Blushing, I started to clean. Mike went and sat down on the couch and watched me.I admitted to myself I was having fun. I liked this young Ebony God watching me. I really began to work it, bending over, letting him see my firm tight ass. I do work hard at keeping it that way. I want my husband to be proud of me and I do like the attention. Crawling around on all fours picking things up, it was. My fingers would find the waistband of the panties and I was feeling them and the soft fabric. It felt how it did when I would feel Kelly’s panties when we would fool around. “Crap!” I have to stop. Not only was feeling them making me aroused, but my hands in the pockets probably made the pants tighter on my ass showing off those panty lines! “Only about 3 more minutes and I will be in the building”, that is all I kept thinking. Once inside the building, I quickly went up to the 3rd floor and.