I had no choice. They do. Upon coming to America, I realized America’s Black men and Black women didn’t respect or appreciate each other for the m...ost part. And the media was eager to exploit that, often portraying Black couples as eternally angry and bickering, never happy. I’ve lived around white people my whole life and white couples are often far more dysfunctional than they let on. Let no one tell you otherwise. I know plenty of white couples where the man and the woman hate each other with. Asha, “Don’t worry about him. He is a cool guy. Am I saying, right, honey?” I nodded my head in yes. Asha, “See, don’t worry, you can call me by name.”Hari, “Ok, Asha.”Asha, “That sounds good. Farooq, you are Hari’s friend, so, from now onwards, I don’t want to listen to ma’am from you also.”Farooq, “Ok, Asha.”Asha, “Good.”Farooq left, and we had our breakfast. Asha and I were sitting in the easy chairs. Hari was sitting in front of Asha on the bed. The bed was a bit high, so he had a great. "You can't be serious," she'd said.Matt had replied, "Oh, but I am. There is no doubt in my mind that you loved every second of what happened the other night."Tina had said, "That was the other night and I did that to save my husbands career. The fact that I enjoyed it doesn't mean that I'm going to make a habit of it."Matt had looked at her for a moment before saying, "Honey, Bob's career was never in jeopardy. That was just a story I used to get you into my bed. It was rotten of me and I know. .of course...yes, we have two. The big fat one?’That was an understatement! That black dildo was as thick as my wrist and Lily had delighted in pointing out to me just how much larger it was to my small cock.‘That one stretches me rather well,? darling? Is that the one you mean?’ Lily smirked.The dildo ?was monstrous and I had to use two hands to thrust it in and out of my wife’s wet sex. Afterwards, her neatly trimmed pubic hair highlighted her now distended pussy and I abjectly wondered how.