”“No. I came here to check on you. I was concerned.”“And the other night in the bar? You were concerned then too?”“You wouldn’t have sta...yed!” she cried again.“Now you’ll never know.”“You wouldn’t have—” she yelled, but he cut her off.“What about the first night at the bar, Emily? You couldn’t have told me then?”“It was a mistake,” she cried.He moved off her. “No, you were the mistake.”She gasped at his words. “Wolf—”“Get out.”She left without so much as a glance back at him.The next few days. I know I am. It’s been kind of a rough year, folks. Last year as a senior, I was volunteering for the first black man to become President of the United States, and trying to ace my last few classes before graduation day. I’m glad my favorite candidate made it into office. I just wish other black folks would feel inspired. Get off their butts and get to work. Stop complaining. Just because a black man is President and two black men are currently serving as Governors of New York and Massachusetts. Young Alice and Reverend John had to curtail their nocturnal desires whilst his sister Rose visited during a weekend of his wife’s absence and he had to make do with some standing doggy style humping in the walk-in pantry and a session at the kitchen sink looking out at his sister and the children playing outside in the yard. The excitement of their clandestine coupling was so stimulating that he was able to conclude each transgression in a matter of moments rather that the long periods they. That really turned me on. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, as he whispered how bad he wanted to fuck me. I handed him a condom and some lube, and took another drag, and spread my legs a bit as I bent over the sink and arched my back to him. He lifted the back of my skirt, and tore a hold in the back of my pantyhose. He slid a lubed finger inside me and I begged him for his cock. I took another long drag, and exhaled as he pushed it inside me. He proceeded to make me his little.