They think white men and white women have changed. Decades ago, Black politicians and Black homeowners transformed Atlanta from a racist white enclave... into the bedrock of African-American political and financial power in the Old South. Now, the city’s African-American voters want to undo all that by handing the reins of power over to a wealthy white woman doesn’t have a clue what Atlanta’s people really need. White people are so crafty. They’ll say anything to get you to trust them and they’ll. I was angry because every time she use to sleep in my arms or on my lap when ever she was with me even though we sleep on bed. That day I was sitting beside her as she asked me to sit with her on the floor. As I could not leave her like that I sat along with her. It was almost 12:30 mid night every one slept.I slowly moved near her took her head on my lap and made her sleep she holded my hand tight and started kissing it. I thought she was just doing it normally after few min she just got up. She felt like water was dump on her head. She couldn’t believe her luck. Steven had lost it. This meant nothing to him. Faith stood up then. She fixed herself. ‘Good night Steve.’ She said as he walked past. ‘Wait Faith.’ Faith turned around. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Steven waved awkwardly. As Faith shut the door. Steven collapse on his chair. And cried. He didn’t know what was happening. What he was doing. He almost raped Faith, in his mind. Faith walked uneasy out of Steven’s place. She. Joty sighed deeply as his fingers found and entered her wet pussy. The labia spread invitingly before him as he sank two digits deep into her body. The three spectators watched with awed fascination as Joty’s hips began to rock back and forward in time to the thrusts of Boby’s fingers. Her buttocks were spread wide and Aman could see her tiny puckered asshole wink and contract; the same buttocks that he had seen many times before encased in tight jeans and lusted over when he thought his wife.