Williams was here, not Becky, the girl from school, but Ms. Williams, my babysitter. I slowly made my way downstairs, refusing to make eye contact wit... anyone.They sat me down on the couch to explain the rules to me. I was grounded until my parents returned, which meant the only person I would see for a week was Becky. I was told that I was expected to follow all of Ms. William's, again not Becky’s, instructions, all week, even if they seemed strange or especially If I didn't like them, after. But I’m not in favor of things like legalizing marijuana or other crazy things folks in America seem to support. In my writings, I tried to bring new life to a neglected genre, Black gay and bisexual literature. For example, one of the heroes of one of my best novels is a Haitian-American college student and aspiring police cadet who struggles with his bisexuality. He’s madly in love with his girlfriend, the sexy tomboy next door, but he’s also got feelings for a guy he knows from his school. She started to slowly bounce and ride him. They fucked slowly as they watched her mother closely. I love you Amanda I love you to dad. She leans down and kisses him as his hand slides down her hip and grabs a handful of ass. She bites her lip again as she picks up speed a slight bit, they dont feel the bed rocking, but mom sure would if she wasnt in such a deep sleep. she leans back so her smooth belly angles upward away from him. he runs his hand up and down and she closes her eyes just. I was again reminded of his beauty, his physical perfection. He knelt on the bed, skimming his hand in a long, sensuous trail from shin to neck. I felt goose bumps raise wherever his hand had once trailed. I was trembling by the time he slipped off my boxers. I lay before him, shuddering with desire and aroused to almost bursting.Alan rolled to his back, pulling me half over him. I took the condom I had palmed and raised it to my mouth and used my teeth to tear the packet open. I stared in his.