I love Black women. And I’ve always loved them. I don’t think a White woman can relate to my struggle as an ambitious young Black man in the uptig...t and bigoted world of North America. We live in different worlds. I doubt we would really click. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. I was telling you about V.C. and me. V.C. was born in Vancouver, one of Canada’s most diverse cities. People of color are the majority in Vancouver right now, how cool is that? According to her, there were a few people of. At one point an older women saw her flash her cunt and scolded her about it and asked is she had no shame. Sue laughed and told the woman that she should try it before condemning it.I was both surprised and thrilled with how bold Sue was becoming. Being a woman, she could get away with much more exhibitionism than a man could.Our conversations expanded and I told her about gloryholes and adult theaters of which she had no experience. I told her about how they worked. She seemed interested but. I hung out of the back door and offered him a glass of cordial. “Oooo. Yes please”.I took it out to him and couldn’t resist but to mention the acres of “white bits” those huge shorts were going to give him. “They’re all I’ve got.” He replied.“Ah, just whip them off “ I said, laughing, but only half joking.“I just wouldn’t feel comfortable” he said, a little nervously “What if, Mrs M came home from work early?”“It would be the first time ever, that she had.” I laughed again, knowing how true. Usne isharo me mujhe biulaya per maine kaa nahi soniya tum jayo yeh theek nahi hai tum bahot choti ho usne bola nahi abhinav I love u I want to feel u uske mooh se pehli baar apna naam sunker main hairaan reh gaya wo boli is din ka main kub se intezar kar rahi thi.Maine bola nahi tumhare dad mom ko pata chalega kya bolenge wo boli unhe nahi pata chalega wo ghar per nahi hai. Phir bhi maine use jane ke liye bola I was scared of wht was going on jub main nahi mana to usne kaha abhinav agar tum.