"Holy shit!" my voice whispered. My hand reached down, gingerly touching my cock, and then pulling a bit on the stretchy skin along the shaft. It star...ed to respond to the attention, filling back up with blood.My body stumbled a bit less awkwardly to the basement washroom. The light flicked on and I stared at myself in the mirror, wide eyed. "Ho ... lee ... shit..." I whispered to myself.During all of this I had been trying to regain control of my body. Not having any luck, I had tried. He seemed more interested in following the younger guys around. So I kept cruising.A few minutes later I seemed to catch someone’s head nodding toward an open door in the corner. I walked that way and he slipped inside so I followed. This guy was really cute, probably late 40s with short, thick curly gray hair. He was well built and a few inches shorter than my 6-1.We closed the door and immediately started a hot make-out. While he didn’t have facial hair, he had just enough stubble to be. I also confronted those black women and black men who hate their own community. You’d be surprised at how many there are. There isn’t much that I haven’t seen. Do you know that there are organizations dedicated to keeping black men and black women down politically, economically and socially in America and elsewhere in the world? And there are many black women and black men knowingly working for those very same institutions. When I found out about this, I couldn’t believe it either. White men. "Jana breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm happy to hear you still want to be with us. We both really enjoy our good times together. How were your exams? Did you do well? Was there a big celebration last night after you finished?"Dave didn't know that Jana was digging for information about the previous evening and he replied, "I think they went well and, no, there was no major celebration. I think that big drunk in Baltimore will do me for a while. Danielle and I spent a quiet night in the.