Also, in Canada, Black folks are cold and distant to each other, man. Walking through the streets of Boston, I was used to random Black guys and Black... chicks addressing each other as ‘brother’ or ‘sister’. In Canada, Black folks give you cold looks and walk right past you the same way White folks do. For me, it’s kind of confusing. Where is the love, man? I see a lot of Black women walking around with White guys. Now, I saw a lot of that in Boston and it didn’t bother me because most people. " You're the best sister a horny slut like me could ask for." Now I believe you mentioned something about wanting to suck on this big ol' clitty of mine?" I peeled back my clitoral hood and brandished my stiff nub toward her, challenging her to cross that line with me.Dana's eyes lit up and she gratefully lowered her head between my legs. Her soft cheek brushed against my inner thigh and a thrill bubbled up through me. I knew then that it would be only a matter of seconds before she had me. Going inside, Jay made a coffee for them both and they sat side by side on the settee, Jay slipped his arm around Andrea and pulled her closer, he whispered in her ear that he never wanted them to be any further apart then they were right now. She smiled and turned just in time for his lips to meet hers. This kiss was a romantic kiss, not one laced with sexual desire, but not the type you would give to a relative either. The kiss was so tender and yet so full of loving that they both seemed. I ask him if it was okay if I took it out to see how big it was, I said I wanted to see it from a closer distance, he in his accent tells me that “JO KARNA HO KARO, MUJE MAZA HE LENA HAI” (do whatever u want to do he wants to have fun), I open his pants and bring it out, it is huge around 8.5 inches and thick and uncut, I exclaim wow and he laughs and starts to open my pants, he brings out mine and I m also well endowed and he tells me that he loves mine also, he wants to suck it if I allowed.