"Cliff," she called out to him. She went down the stairs covered only in a towel with her hair wet and dripping.She looked around the house and didn't... see him. Where the hell was he? As she looked through the house she realized that she was going to miss this place. Cliff had spent both money and time to assure that she was both comfortable and happy in the sprawling ranch house. It really did feel like home to her. She'd never had a home before this, at least not one of her own. She looked at. All men who aren’t Black seem genetically designed to hate and fear the Black man. We’re so much more masculine than they are, and they know it. The thing is women worldwide know it too. That’s why they hate us. They’re afraid. Anyhow, I’m done ranting. Let’s speak of happier topics, eh? My friends, I know I might sound like a sucker for saying this but I love my Fathiyah more than life itself. My tall, bronze-skinned and Black-haired Arabian goddess means more to me than I can ever say. I am. I did an internet search to see what I could find out about her. I was surprised to find that someone had posted photos of her wearing a very brief bikini when she was holidaying on the French Riviera earlier in the year.Noni was 60 years old but had the body of a 20 year old. She was petite with dark red hair that was shoulder length. Her skin was creamy white, and she had a very nice curvy body. I was instantly interested in her, and hoped to seduce her. I just hoped that she came alone to. Not sure why, but this dirty, greasy old homeless lady and her “Go –to-hell”/“Fuck-you-All” attitude got me so horny and got my dick so hard for her. It was like…I guess it was like having some bizarre fetish, something weird and Dirty, like Having to sneak out into the local dumpsters in the middle of the night and scrounge up old discarded trays of half-eaten food and gorge oneself on filth whilst all the while relishing in the utter debauchery of it all.I had to have this bag-Lady’s dirty,.