I kept thinking, what is wrong with me? I struggled for a period after that until one day, walking my baby through the park, I met a black man. Zafra dropped on the bedroll and motioned me over; I straddled him and knelt over his waist. “Oh, go slow, big boy,” I moaned as my arms hugged my head. The pain was incredible, but it drove me to a massive orgasm. Afterward, I was at his house, entertaining black men in the back bedroom all the time. I followed him home, and we fucked, and he invited some friends over, and I pulled a train for them. “Umm, I moaned softly. I struggled for a period after that until one day, walking my baby through the park, I met a black man. Men would talk to the brothers and look at me, but I had no idea what was happening. The men stood up and followed me out of the bar and into the elevator. I felt my pussy would explode. He finally laid me down, and I fell asleep. But when we began fucking for the entire
