I talked to men and women in class, at the library, on the subway, on the bus and at church. I was dedicated to my cause and gave one hundred percent.... Until something came along to tarnish my view of my fellow man. Even though I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve helped, directly or indirectly, I found myself giving up on the cause because certain men weren’t worth helping. White men. The majority of them were racist pricks. And many white women were racists as well. Why should I, a black man,. .. then grasping the waistband I pulled the panty firmly up so that the seam of my Satin Touch hose were now pulled snugly into my pussy lips and ass crack. I raced towards the door and opened it... naked except for my sheer pantyhose and heels... my tits were heaving with excitement, and tiny beads of perspiration were already starting to form in the valley between my tits... He was standing there... still wearing his uniform... his blond hair mussed... smiling slightly... almost bashfully. He. I definitely wish my dress was as good as yours!" Yeah," Liv answered, "it's exactly what we wished when we saw you!" Bitch is right," said Bristina, nodding.I smiled: bitch was really right.Vanilla took my hand, concerned: "We've been so worried... Can you tell us what happened?"The moment has finally come. I took a very long breath and looked around: he was there, pinning his magnetic sight on me.Not like he was getting me uncomfortable, or unsafe. It's just... I had to stay focused and I. When she called me I was a bit shocked, as I hadn't really seen her except the one night she was at the bar. I remember going out with her to another bar (yay, Just what a bartender wants on his nights off...) But I managed to get her worked up enough to come home afterwards. I don't really remember what we talked about, but I remember that It was only 11pm or so when we got to the apartment and my Roommate was still up. I used that as an excuse to get her into the bedroom so we could "hang.