“oh hi Ty! Didn’t realise you were coming over! How are you?!” And I started a new conversation to keep him here and stop him leaving yet... it ...as half past 9 at night at this point so I offered him a coffee before his drive home and went through to make it... that’s when I had an idea... me and Ty had always had a bit of a flirt and a laugh, it’s why we named my dildo after him and I’d always jokingly squeeze his leg or raise my eyebrows and wink at him when I got a chance... it was always. A blast of rain and sleet blattered on the window; unseeing now, I remembered another time when the weather seemed to be a mirror to my feelings. Only then my depression was to be lifted by my best friend Sandra. Another wave of blackness overwhelmed me and once more I felt the ice enter my soul, what had I done?"Come on, you have to eat something." Why?" If you don't eat, you'll waste away and then who will I play badminton with?"I smiled grimly. Our Badminton matches were legendary, neither. I could taste myself on her face and lips. Passionately we embraced as the last tremors left my body.For ten minutes or so we lay entwined, neither speaking. I pushed Julie from me. “My turn,” I whispered as she rolled onto her back. I squatted between her spread legs and let my eyes explore her body. Her full breasts rose with her breathing, each capped by a large areola and a hard nipple. Her tummy was a sexy bulge below which her completely smooth pussy glistened; her clit just visible. I. For this, I endure the closet racism of wicked women like Laurel and Lucille. I’m fighting for my people! For them, I endure hell at the hands of my aunt Gabrielle, the most destructive sociopath I’ve ever known. Sometimes, when seeking solace, I go to the Brockton Area Seventh-Day Adventist Church. It’s a brand-new Haitian-American church located near the Bat Center in Brockton. I love seeing so many well-dressed and serene Black men and Black women in one place. There’s a lovely Haitian.