The kind of bigotry I’ve run into in the black community has shocked me many times. Many black men have given up on black women. They think all blac... women are man-hating witches out to destroy their brothers. Do black women hate black men? Many of them do. Do I like it? Hell, no! However, it’s within the black female that the core of the black race resides. We’ve got to find a way around our differences. Stop the Hate. Bring back the Black Love our grandparents celebrated and sang about. I. “OK, come on Cecily, let me see.” I declared. She baulked and glanced at Lou who nodded frantically. The big boned girl stood and undid her waist buttons, glanced for further confirmation at Lou and receiving it. I licked my lips in anticipation as she went into that classic wiggle all women do to ease clothing down over their hips. Her thumbs caught in the waist band of those blue undies which were dragged down a couple inches, then she spotted she was doing too much too soon and twiddled them. Maybe a little shorter, maybe a little thicker. But he had a very sexy cock and nice hanging balls. (I love playing with balls, and having mine played with.) Now I understood how the other guy had to work at taking in a big cock, but once I learned to relax, it was amazing fun. I especially remember how it looked up close before I went down on him, that big cut cock head... hot. We took turns on each other and tried different positions, and I loved them all. When it was time to finish him. .. I was very active then. At 5'7”, I carried 150 lbs on my frame, and it was mostly muscle. Well, muscle and boobs. Even then, I was a solid 36 D. Long blonde hair, a good tan from working outside all summer, big blue eyes, and a great smile. I wasn't a virgin; but my past 2 experiences hadn't exactly been great. I didn't cum either time. The first just wanted to use me for his own pleasure, and the second didn't know anything more about sex than I did. I had discovered the pleasure of.