"So, you want to talk about that little thing with Kathy and Jack? You seemed a little upset they were together." "No big deal," I lied. "We're just f...iends. I just thought she might have confided in me instead of letting me find out like this." The disappointment was evident in my voice.Linda got all motherly now wrapping an arm around my shoulder and squeezing lightly. I could smell her perfume as her head leaned into mine. She kissed me softly on the cheek."You know people will do stupid. After coming so close to losing everything that I ever dreamed of having, I burn with the need to taste of her lips and join my body with hers, but after everything that happened, how can I? Perhaps it would not be too much to ask to spend the day lying beside her. I need to hold her. I never want to let her go. And, although I understand that the world in which we spent time with Gustave was not real, it feels so strange to think of her as a woman and not a young girl. I know it goes against. I kept sucking her swollen clit and licking her sweetly musky pussy as she started to get more and more horny. She was grinding her face into my chin and pulling on her own nipples, her eyes transfixed on the couple on the screen. And then suddenly she surrendered to her climax. It came so suddenly upon her that she squealed at the first spasm, grabbing the back of my head with both hands and pressing her clit into my mouth. I devoured her as she came, lapping, licking and swallowing her sweet. He saw America’s people, both black and white, as pampered. According to him, we didn’t know what true oppression and true hardship were. He mocked the black men and black women he saw dating white women and white men. When I questioned him about it, he told me that living in South Africa taught him that racism lived in everyone’s hearts. He didn’t trust the descendants of his people’s oppressors and he could never choose one to be his mate. I’m not thrilled about the large number of black guys.