Trying my best to hide my shyness, I pulled her up to her feet. “Haha, well nice to meet you Jake, I’m Erin”“Need any help? Here, let me get ...that for you”, I said walking out the doors to get her luggage that was now strewn across the lobby floor, only to hear a “ding” and turn to see the doors closing on me.Standing in the lobby, holding 4 suitcases, I had no idea what to do…embarrassed that the doors closed, I waited for the next elevator and rode it to the 6th floor. Hopefully, she would. When I reached for his erection it was rock hard. I planted tiny kisses on his chest and slowly worked my way down. My tongue creating a trail to where I wanted to go. When I finally reached the heat of his warm cock I took it in my hand and kissed the end. I stuck my tongue into the hole and circled in around before taking the throbbing head between my lips. My tongue worked it's way around and around while my lips slid up and down his shaft. I relaxed my throat and pushed myself down as far. Oh. Hi! My name is Chris by the way. Pull up a chair and let me tell you my story.I have just about everything I need. I have a great apartment. I have money. I have no need to work. I have a best friend, Greg, and my girlfriend Janet. But one day I realized I felt I need something more! I looked at myself in the mirror. I was 33, balding and I weighed too much at 200 pounds. When I hang out with Greg my self-image is pretty good. Greg is about 5 years younger than me and works at the brokerage. White men and White women would feel a lot safer if all Black males were locked up and Black people were somehow prevented from making more of themselves. White people don’t say it but that’s what they think. In their hearts and minds, they hate the Black male most of all. For he’s the descendant of the Original Man, the human who evolved in Africa. Something they will never be. And they know it. A lot of Black people seem to have their guard down these days. They think that just because a.