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Even the good blacks, the Bill Cosbys, the Tiger Woods, the Clarence Thomases of the world, had proven Hardcore themselves to be awful people. But tits the same comment boards and high school friends said the exact same things about Guatemalans and Mexicans and other people coming up from the down below. And all the Guatemalans and Mexicans Laurie knew were without exception kind, hard-working, family-minded, decent people. The messages imbibed from the media were just lies. And if the media were lying about brown people, they were lying about black people, too. She just knew it— (Raped by a goddamned fucking NI–) (Stop. STOP.) It didn’t matter that he was black. It shouldn’t matter that he was black. It matters that the man was black, Georgetta had said. It’s okay for you to admit that. It’s how you feel. Feelings aren’t wrong. Feelings are never wrong. Feelings always tell the truth, and it’s okay for you to feel how you feel. I’m not judging you. You’re brave for telling me this. Thank you for telling me this. Not judging her. A powerful, lovely, kind, understanding, wise black woman was not judging her for admitting that being raped by a black man (his big lips those long fingers that scratchy, woolly hair that HUGE THICK IT HURT ME HURT ME DEEP GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING HORRIBLE DIRTY NIG—) —made it all much, much worse. It’s not you, Georgetta had said. It’s not your fault those thoughts, those feelings, are inside of you. You’ve been given those messages since you were born. Those messages were placed in you, installed in you, without your consent. It’s a script, a script of modern America. A script of programming, of automatic thoughts, of thoughts that think us instead of us thinking them. It’s not your fault, those girlfriend thoughts. Laurie had said, They’re not? But I’m thinking amateur them— Georgetta: They’re thinking you. Those thoughts happen to you, not by you. Laurie so wanted to believe it was not her fault to think such oral awful, hateful things. (Don’t you touch me you FUCKING NI–) I shuddered as the orgy exploded around me. The world disintegrated into passion. We lay there for about an hour before Jon got restless and decided that we were going for a walk, and what a walk it was, we walked for what seemed amateur like hours and all in bare feet - bare everything. What they did after they left my house was their business. You’re a natural. Sammy could see what was happening as she smiled and went in to stroke Tara’s hair. It had just become mechanical with him; shoot his wad and fall asleep. A suspicion confirmed when Estley flicks the little gold bell held on a chain between Cindy’s tits. During the day the commercial activity between ourselves and the offworlders is conducted. I was surprised to see how much cock was now exposed. She had gained a lot of weight since then) where she was naked sitting on the bed legs open, toes which were painted blue as well pointing up, her huge tits free and nipples harding under her pinching fingers. Fay considered, a finger resting on her lower lip. The three other guys joined in the laughter, as the muscle stud in his ass smacked Jimmy's hard dick, and then began smacking his ass, to the rhythm of the fucking Jimmy was getting. I sprayed her bowels with the strength girlfriend of a thousand men. Sensing that Linda was a bit overwhelmed with everything that had happened today and not wanting to make her too uncomfortable, I suggested that maybe we should take a shuttle and do some shopping the next day after breakfast and get a little break from all of the bare oral skin and craziness. …. I was the breadwinner for all twenty, Hardcore and she was the “bored,” her words, stay at home wife for sixteen. Her sex contracting again and again around the hard dildo that she had just used to drill her eager puusy. She parted them, exposing her puckered, brown asshole. But, Marcus stayed buried in her pussy and soon she felt his tits cock hardening again and he pumped another load of cum into her. The guys burst from their seats, freed by my new commands, all accepting the conditions to join my club, all so eager to surrender their mothers to be fucked hard like the sluts they were. “Yep, even with the driver’s window open, and with all the other windows cranked half down we were still baking. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. I lied flat back down on the floor, and the intense and great luxury took ahold of me. The thing was, I hadn’t even thought about how I would sit when I sat down. I was jealous of her body. They were both in the same grade in high school, and had known each other for forever it seemed. I knew it. “You sneaky bitches,” I moaned. Pulling into the driveway, Melissa got out and quickly stripped off her clothes and put her collar back on. She squealed in excitement. We always make a point of making an impression when the third person arrives to tease them and turn them on and to leave no doubt in their mind as to why they are here.