So I keep viciously jerking her off and I hear her say fuck, oh fuck and she shot a load that I thought could’ve went across the room. Thank God it ...didn’t hit my face but my stomach and chest definitely felt the capacity of her cum. She rolls off me and says I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I’ll clean it up. She didn’t get up though, she started to kiss me instead and next thing I know, she leans down and starts licking her own cum off my stomach and chest. For whatever reason this turned me on even. Some farmers were rushing over to the scene..." I said out loud."Yes, the Marley family. They were working on the ranch when you crashed and they got you away from the car and called 911. They are good people..." he said, putting his putting his chart down on the tray, "Considering the circumstances, you should be glad that you only have a cuts and bruises." How long was I out, doctor?" I asked, remembering why I was going on the road trip in the first place."Two days, Kyle," he said, my eyes. "Hi, sweetie," she said, trying to sound casual as I started fucking her ass hard again."What kind of counseling," Jonathon asked, sounding concerned."Your wife tells me she's had problems doing certain things in the bedroom," I said. Monica bit her lip to stifle a moan. "But, I've helped your wife understand that its her duty to do whatever perverted things her husbands wants. Right, Monica?" Yeah, Jonathon," Monica panted, her voice was thick with excitement as my cock reamed her ass. "I'm. Since that’s what she is and that’s what she’s comfortable with. That’s just the way things work, folks. Simply put, we don’t trust those who are different. It’s deeply ingrained in everyone’s minds and hearts. It doesn’t matter if some Black man convinces himself that he’s in love with a White female. And it doesn’t matter if some White woman convinces herself that she’s in love with a Black male. Simply put, there will always be those who resent them for being with someone who’s different.