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1750830My BBC Stories: Ballin'!https://www.gandhi.com.mx/my-bbc-stories-ballin/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/319937/23f476b4-79d1-44a3-a79b-88fb79b269a4.jpg?v=6383342337035000006060MXNTall Tale Depot, Inc.InStock/Ebooks/1723908My BBC Stories: Ballin'!6060https://www.gandhi.com.mx/my-bbc-stories-ballin/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/319937/23f476b4-79d1-44a3-a79b-88fb79b269a4.jpg?v=638334233703500000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20199780463021910_W3siaWQiOiI0NjkzZjg0My1lYzhmLTQwZGMtYWMyNC01ZDRiZGVkN2JlNWEiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMTEtMjlUMjE6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9780463021910_<p>When Ashleigh stops by the courts on a hot summer day to watch the young men play ball, she finds that they will fulfill her deepest and darkest secret longings. Tysheem and his friends treat her well and satisfy her needs in full view of the neighborhood. In the end, all five people go away exhausted by the heat of the sun and their bodies.</p><p>August is hot in the Bronx. If you aint used to it, it can be deadly. I know, Im in an engineering program at Fordham full ride I might add. And I grew up here, right in Belmont.<br />I love the Bronx. Its my home. My family is here. My friends are all here. Everyone I grew up with those who made it to eighteen that is are here. Its a good neighborhood.<br />And theres one other thing that I love about the Bronx. I mentioned that Im at Fordham, right? Even though most outsiders would never expect a hood-rat like me to make it to university, I did. And when I did, it opened a whole world to me. Fordham is one of those high -level universities not Ivy League, but close. Lots of kids from all over the region hell, all over the country want to come to Fordham. Really, young people from all over the world come to the university. Its that kind of place.<br />And the people who come to the school? They come in all shapes, and sizes and cultures.<br />And colors<br />See, I got this thing about white chicks.<br />And at university, the white chicks dig guys like me dark, a little rough around the edges. They got this thing for the hood. And all false modesty aside, Im not only smart, Im good looking too! All the girls say so. And they always come back for more.<br />Dont get me wrong, a sister come up to me offering what shes got, and Im all in! If its open, Im in it.<br />But white pussy! Damn! I love watching my big, black cock stretching that light pink hole wide open. And none of them ever say no. And none of them ever try to own me. And they never complain even when it hurts! And they always want it raw! Shit, I must have kids all over the country by now, all them white bitches burying my bone in their snatches until I fill them with my come!<br />But they dont say no, cause in the moment, I treat them right. And its not like I gotta look for it. They come to me. All the time. And, like I said, they always come back for more.<br />Like that August before my Sophomore year at Fordham<br />Me and my boys were shooting hoops at the playground at Webster and 187. Its kind of a strange playground. The courts were about ten feet below the street level for some reason. In the summer, the wind often doesnt reach the floor, you know? So it can be really hot in the afternoon. Most folks cant take. But me and my boys can.<br />So, every chance we got, we were on the courts. Freezing or burning, we were there. And so it was that August day.<br />That Sunday we all made a point to get to the courts before noon. In a couple of weeks, we would be separating for the fall semester. Ty was at Hunter. Tyrone was at Northwestern. Tyleek did better than the rest of us and was at Dartmouth!<br />Ty poked me in the shoulder. Yo, Tysheem, he said, check it out.<br />I grabbed the ball, and looked. At the far end of the playground, someone was sitting on the steps that led up to the street at Park Avenue. Am I really seeing that? I said.<br />Yeah, boy, said Ty.<br />Tyrone and Tyleek came over. Yo, whats up? said Tyleek.<br />Check out the chick, said Ty.<br />And it was. Some young and lovely lady was sitting on the steps. She wore a sundress that came down near her knees. Her arms and shoulders were bare. Her feet were in flip-flops. She leaned back on her elbows, soaking up the noon-day sun. Even from this distance, I could see that she had her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her pale skin was quite stark against the dark gray of the slate steps. Her legs were crossed, and we could see well up her dress, almost to the promised land.</p>...9780463021910_Tall Tale Depot, Inc.1039fbe6-7486-33e9-9494-8feca98f615f_9780463021910;9780463021910_9780463021910Brock JohnsonInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/smashwords_level45-epub-85c260fa-368d-491f-aeb3-6203a8dc60f2.epub2019-08-20T00:00:00+00:00Tall Tale Depot, Inc.