And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you... see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the wonders and the horrors that I have seen? My name is Steve. A six-foot-one, big and bulky, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and working professional of Haitian origin living on the West Side of the City of Champions. The. I felt Richard position himself behind me and press the head of his cock against my lips."Oooooh yessssssss" He moaned as he forced his cock into me, "So fucking tight." He pumped back and forth forcing more of his cock into me until he was balls deep in my cunt. I had my head down grunting and moaning as he filled me with his cock. Richard reached down and grabbed my hair forcing me to look up at Steve. "Better not scream again slut," Richard grunted, "What do you think Steve would do if he. The bus was in darkness and although the it was packed full, all the other passengers were fast asleep; it was just him and me now. I’d never been touched by a man in this way before because my parents were quite strict, and suddenly I felt I would not mind if he tried to continue further. As if reading my thoughts, he then inched his hand under my bra to try and reach and graze my teenaged nipple, which was already becoming erect in anticipation of his advances. He moved a little closer to me. I had to take Evelyn Gordon with me to talk to the Harrises. Ken and Claudia were nice people but hard for me to read. They had every concern that I felt good parents should have. How would the party be chaperoned? What would be the sleeping arrangements? Who was paying for things? Yes, they knew about the agreement but did we really think fourteen and fifteen-year-olds could control themselves when faced with the reality of their hormones? Ken, especially, didn’t want to think of his little.