I don’t remember much after that !!The next morning I woke not feeling to good lol, but up a few of us got and went down to the beach, it was great ...weather, I went over & got sun tan oil sprayed all over me, that felt good I must say.I decided to take a walk along the beach thinking about my win and what I would do with it, after walking for about 15 minutes I popped into the surf to cool down, that was when I spotted this very attractive blonde girl in a smallish light blue bikini, she was. Mmm she was good. She pulled away and I felt a tongue lick my head, it was different, not as assured as the way she had taken me straight into her mouth. I realized it was the guy and this was most likely his first taste of cock. I could hear her softly talking to him but could not make out the words. To confirm it was the guy I felt his light stubble scratch as he rubbed my cock on his cheek. Then he took the plunge and my cock was in his mouth. He licked, sucked, and bobbed on me as I kept. He talked about history, which he seemed to love as much as his Mother did. The best thing about history, he said, was that if we understood it, we could avoid making the mistakes of the past. The problem was in the understanding.Did we learn from Vietnam that we shouldn't meddle in Iraq? Or did we learn from World War II that we must be involved because it posed a more general threat? Or did neither provide a sufficient parallel to guide our behavior?Who wants to think about this stuff all the. Yet that day, the policy only applied to me. Why? I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. I am a black man in America. And I’m entering a department store. Of course my presence makes the store owners, clients and personnel nervous. Of course they must ask me to leave my bag at the counter. It’s all part of Racial Profiling 101. In the eyes of America’s rulers, all black men are considered potential enemies of the Republic. Orders are to keep a watchful eye on them wherever.