If you view me as "skin", or as a "bbc", or as a "Mandingo", "toy", "slave", "a black", "nigger", or if you are wanting to have sex with me out of "sp...ite", "rebelling against the parents", or "because it's taboo", or "because you want to feel dirty, nasty, bad", etc..then piss the fuck off. Not all of us black men, are turned on by the self-serving attraction that is passed off as anything but disrespectful. We see it for what it is underneath the surface. My being a black man, shouldn't be the. "Rourke's eyes turned to Bobby, silently asking the same question."I just have one bag," he replied. "I'll take care of it myself." Very well," the older man said as he handled each of them a key to the suite."I just have to go tell my girlfriend that I'm going to be staying the night," Shirley said to Bobby as she ran her fingers over the key, taking note of the room number. "What say you get your bag and meet me up there?" Okay," Bobby said, having totally forgotten for the moment the other. They were large and soft with ruby coloured nipples but they had lost their firmness and hung low on her chest. Karen bent down and took the left nipple in her mouth and slowly sucked it until the dark teat swelled and stiffened. Helen whimpered softly as Karen did the same to her right nipple. Switching from one teat to the other, Karen dropped to her knees and slowly peeled the tights down, leaving the knickers in place."Would you like to have both nipples kissed at the same time?" Karen. It made her lips curl in a carefree smile.Of course, there was this nagging feeling.Deep down she knew things were wrong. An irritating little voice kept telling her that. She resisted the irritation to make it go away. And it did. The damn voice got weaker and farther between.Is there anything that a good giggle can't fix?Then there was the numb hurt over Tara's apparent lack of interest in her. It had made her feel so... inadequate. She remembered the wave of warm welcome she had felt when.