Thank you Mr Shango for the fantastic videos and photos, in addition to the interesting stories. The best way to improve race relations is for white women to offer themselves to Black men. Kudos to these white women and to their white husband and boyfriends who encourage this. and Thank you Mr Shango for all you do toward improving race relations and guaranteeing a good time for all! :-)
paying for my ex'gf travel, she meets me at the door and gives me a warm hug, she walks past me into the kitchen and tells me about him. I've known him longer than her, I was the one that suggested she meet him. Now I'm told how to act, and to give him space. I hear his car. I open the door, just looking at the floor. He walks in and gives her a big hug, tells me he still can't believe how much of a loser I am. She chuckles and they head up into my bedroom. I sit at the table, wondering what I need, why I accept this, why I want this. I get up, start making them dinner, hearing them fucking upstairs, I could so easily end this, tell his wife, or just deny them access to my bedroom. But we know that isn't gonna happen, this is the second month of him coming over, fucking her, enjoying my hospitality, but he's become more verbally humiliating to me. So why do I know as soon as they leave, I'll be crying in my bed, smelling them, wishing I was allowed back in..
Thank you Mr Shango for the fantastic videos and photos, in addition to the interesting stories. The best way to improve race relations is for white women to offer themselves to Black men. Kudos to these white women and to their white husband and boyfriends who encourage this. and Thank you Mr Shango for all you do toward improving race relations and guaranteeing a good time for all! :-)
paying for my ex'gf travel, she meets me at the door and gives me a warm hug, she walks past me into the kitchen and tells me about him. I've known him longer than her, I was the one that suggested she meet him. Now I'm told how to act, and to give him space. I hear his car. I open the door, just looking at the floor. He walks in and gives her a big hug, tells me he still can't believe how much of a loser I am. She chuckles and they head up into my bedroom. I sit at the table, wondering what I need, why I accept this, why I want this. I get up, start making them dinner, hearing them fucking upstairs, I could so easily end this, tell his wife, or just deny them access to my bedroom. But we know that isn't gonna happen, this is the second month of him coming over, fucking her, enjoying my hospitality, but he's become more verbally humiliating to me. So why do I know as soon as they leave, I'll be crying in my bed, smelling them, wishing I was allowed back in..