We were alone so I went closer to her and kissed her. It was amazing her rosy lips knocking mine and tongues twirling around.I untied her lehenga and ...ust started fingering her in one of the stalls. It was intense and she couldn’t help but scream. So I had to keep kissing her in order to keep her quiet. She came on my fingers and I took them out and licked rhem infront of her. She felt really shy and embarrassed but looked happy. We bought the bridal dress and moved towards jewellery.I told her. "First thing I do is a visual check to see if I can see anything out ofthe ordinary,"This took about two minutes."Next I will need to use my finger to see if I can feel anything."This was the first time that I had anybody but myself touch me down inthat area."Now I will need to slip my finger inside and feel around,"So this is how a girl feels when someone slips a finger in her pussy.Or so this is how girls feel when someone slips a finger in theirpussy."So far, so good."She then pulled out her. Genocide? Nope. Genocide isn’t a Black thing to do. It’s a White thing to do. You cannot dispute this fact. Only White people have committed genocide. The closest Black people, or any other non-Caucasians have come to genocide is mass killings. Simply put, we’re not that evil. But White people are. And they can’t help it anymore than a snake can stop biting. The future looks Black, and brown, and golden brown, folks. In a few years, non-Caucasians in America will outnumber Caucasian males and. But, that afternoon, something was different. There was an intensity to our kissing, to our touching, to our breathing - even though sunlight was streaming in through the windows, not the night time that we'd been taught was appropriate.We'd started by sitting side by side on the sofa. Soon, we were supine, hands under each other's clothes. Mine seeking her breasts, hers delving into my trousers. In no time, my lips were sucking on a nipple and one of her hands had gripped my very hard.