Ann went on. She considered all black men who dated white women to be traitors to the race. Arnold smiled. He told her that he went out with whatever ...omen he found funny, cool and likeable. He avoided dating most of the black chicks on campus because most of them were angry, bitter and eternally hateful toward all black males in general. Like many black college men, he would rather take his chances and seek happiness outside his race. I stared at Ann Brock, shocked. She went on a virtual. Samuel, though, was different. An ex-Navy Seal who wanted a wife and mother for his young daughter... and she wanted him.Was our family enough to overcome all that? I just had to trust that it was, that she still loved us.While I was ruminating my sorrows, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at it and my heart rate must have doubled in that instant. It was a phone call from Addie!I stared at her name on the phone before it clicked in my brain that I needed to press the little green spot.. It was another completely to translate those thoughts into actions. Besides, I liked them both too much to screw things up if I did something that made either of them uncomfortable around me.In the years I had known her Jill had taught me things like welding, most of what I knew about fixing the tractor, all about gardening and things like that, while I had taught her woodcarving, and sketching. They didn't have a suitable tree on their property, so I had let her help me build her a tree house. Although I was holding her hips and shoving my shaft into her pussy while she stayed in a handstand, I could feel her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Neither did it feel quite like I remembered when I slid into her little cunt."C'mon, Jack, tell me!" she complained."Hunh?" I mumbled, drifting up from my slumber. I felt my stiff cock aching as it was surrounded by a warm, wetness that contained something that wriggled against the underside of my shaft and rasped across it.Realisation.