It’s got nothing to do with skin color. Go tell that to the young black men of America. By the droves they’re dating white women and turning their... backs on black women. And black women aren’t exactly helping their case. I admit that many of the black women I’m friends with are angry, bitter and resentful. They carry around a lot of anger passed down from their mothers, aunts and girlfriends. Many of them have a really negative view of black men. This view is imprinted in their consciousness. I wondered how many I could convince to help the cause.When we made it back to the school it was just before the classes ended and Ann insisted on going in with us to talk to Sister Elizabeth.Sister Elizabeth was a bit skeptical about a program she had not heard of, but Ann assured her that she had heard of it and suggested she call the Toronto Sick Children's Hospital to get the address for where to send our locks.It took but a few minutes before Sister Elizabeth got off the phone. There was. “Oh shit, oh shit,oh shit,” I kept sensually repeating over and over as Igot shorter and shorter of breath. The more pleasure Igot, the more I became unaware of my surroundings and Ifelt just like a cheap, dirty, nympho whore. At thatmoment, I didn’t care about and wasn’t even aware ofanything other than fulfilling my insatiable sexualappetite and my husband was the same way. Unlike me, hewasn’t saying anything, but his breathing was verydeep, like mine. And sweat. She bent down and started licking my cock. When I was hard enough, she straddled me and sat on my cock. She was so wet I slid into her easily, and she settled down on my shaft so it went all the way inside her.I reached around her and stroked her clit until she came. Then I started caressing and squeezing her breasts. When I started rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger, she moaned softly and came again.“Feeling better honey?” I asked.“I’m not dying anymore daddy, but you know I need.