I wanted more and more to fuck her hard. I put my face up to hers and kissed her on her lips. She brought her face around and hungrily searched for my...tongue and as we kissed I gave a hard push. My cock went in all the way. I felt her pussy lips wrap around the base of my cock. I knew I had impaled my sister on my cock to the hilt. I could hear her muffled cries in my mouth. “Oh God! It hurts, its too big. Its too deep. God, I feel your cock in my stomach”I slowly pushed harder into her pulling. She began chatting, talking about her weekend and how things had been going that morning. But she trailed off as she felt her phone vibrate again. “How long is gymnastics practice?”“1 hr,” she sent back. She knew she was only responding because of the picture he had of her. But Jenny couldn’t help but get turned on by the thought of needing to be at Mike’s beck and call.“Good. Meet me at my place. I’ve been horny thinking about you.”Jenny looked around, making sure none of the other parents. As black men and black women, we’re a breed apart. We need to take care of our own, not embrace divisive social movements created by racist women to dominate the world. Black men and black women can take care of each other. Black men need to step to the plate and embrace their roles as fathers, leaders and mentors. Black women need to let black men assume these roles. I am not asking black women to become subservient. No man wants a subservient woman. That would be boring. God made woman to be. " He led me into the Cafe, with was very busy, why it had to be that day to be busy when all I wanted to do was sit down and talk to him. We were finally served and he took the tray and lead me to the table. I am thinking about him, how tall he is, taking in his body underneath his clothes, distracting myself by pouring far too much sugar into my coffee."Sooooo" He drawled.. "Hmmmm, here we are" I replied, "What have you got in the envelope Mr Grey, can I see please?"He handed me the envelope,.