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The Haitian Adventist community of Massachusetts is growing by leaps and bounds, and no more so than in the City of Brockton. After the closure of the storied but rather troubled institution known as Atlantic Union College, the black SDA community focused its efforts on supporting its churches and schools, learning from the mistakes made by previous generations. The future of the black SDA community of Massachusetts rests on the shoulders of its young black women and young black men. They must band together in the name of survival in uncertain times…

Among black SDA attendees, the fastest growing group is the Haitian American community. For the most part, these people are newcomers to America, having settled in the Boston area in recent years. The Haitian community blueprint is well known, the men work in construction, security, or as day laborers of some kind. The women work in the fields of nursing or teaching for the most part. Within a decade of moving to America, most Haitians achieve the twin dreams of homeownership and citizenship, which sets the stage for the next generation of Haitians. It’s the secret of their success.

The sun rose over the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. It was Saturday, and like a good Seventh Day Adventist, Thomas Janvier, also known as T.J. was getting ready for church. The tall, dark-skinned young Haitian looked forward to going to church today. He was training for the Deacon Program under the tutelage of Deaconess Judith Marcelin, daughter of Pastor James Marcelin himself. The brother was getting an education money can’t buy at the black church, for real…

“Go get the ladies,” T.J.’s father, Leonard Janvier, as he looked at his son. The tall, dark-skinned, silver-haired Haitian patriarch looked like an older version of T.J. normally, Leonard Janvier, dedicated father and widower would go to church with his son but nowadays, he had other commitments. He has to work every other weekend as the supervisor of a security team in downtown Boston. The things a man must do to pay the bills.

“You know it, güvenilir bahis Dad,” T.J. replied as he hugged his father goodbye. Leonard Janvier drove his son to the Haitian SDA Church, located not far from the Brockton Area Transit Center. As they neared the church, they spotted a group of well-dressed young Afro-Caribbean women on their way there. Father and son looked at the ladies, and Leonard saw disappointment in T.J.’s eyes, for none of these young Afro-Caribbean ladies was his chosen one…

“Play it cool with Judith,” Leonard advised his son, and T.J. blushed and nodded as he exited the car. T.J. headed for the church steps, knowing that he looked fly as fuck. He wore a dark gray business suit, sky-blue silk shirt, dark red tie, dark gray dress pants and the trademark black Timberland boots that he wore everywhere. T.J. entered the church, and greeted his peers, sons and daughters of the Haitian community of Brockton, Massachusetts. Smiling, T.J. headed for the balcony, knowing that Judith would be there. The previous weekend, T.J. and Judith had quite a talk…

“T.J. if you want to become a Deacon, you must do as I say,” said Judith, and the six-foot-tall, curvy and dark-skinned young Haitian woman smiled as she looked him up and down. At the age of nineteen, T.J. looked more mature than a lot of the brothers at the church. The son of Haitian immigrants, T.J. was born in Haiti but had spent most of his life in Massachusetts. He had that effortless swagger common to men from the islands, and Judith really, really liked that.

“I will do whatever you ask,” T.J. replied in his deep baritone voice, which sent a thrill down Judith’s spine. At Bridgewater State University, T.J. was involved in everything from varsity football to the Campus Ministry Program. Judith on the other hand, as the daughter of an ordained minister, liked to run wild instead of being the church broad that everyone expects her to be. No man or woman alive is exactly what they appear, and the same holds true for Judith Marcelin, First Daughter of the Haitian SDA Church türkçe bahis of Brockton, Massachusetts. Can the handsome but shy T.J. handle such a woman?

“Good answer,” Judith said in a sexy, husky voice, and when T.J. looked into her chestnut eyes, he saw the promise of excitement and danger. There is nothing quite like a beautiful black woman. T.J. reached the balcony and sure enough, he found Judith in her booth, talking to a pair of young women who seemed to hang onto her every word. T.J. cleared his throat loudly and when the young women turned to look at him, he smiled and nodded at them before speaking.

“Bonjour, ladies,” T.J. said, his eyes on Judith’s as he spoke. Judith looked at her lady friends and they exited the booth, leaving the Deaconess and her apprentice to their own devices. Judith rose, and T.J. held his breath as she came to him. Wearing a red and white flower-patterned summer dress, Judith looked resplendent. T.J. gave Judith a hug and kissed her on both cheeks in the Haitian manner, and she giggled excitedly while looking him up and down. The brother looked good enough to eat, and Judith is one hungry sister…

“Bel gason,” Judith said, complimenting T.J. on his good looks, and before the young Haitian stud could reply, she reached behind him and gave his ass a firm squeeze. T.J. gasped in surprise and Judith laughed, finding his shocked expression all the more comical. Lots of black men gawk at black female booty all day and every day, daydreaming about grabbing, kissing and squeezing those fantastic asses. Well, some sisters like male booty too. Turnabout is definitely fair play, isn’t it?

“You’re something else,” T.J. told Judith, and she giggled some more then grabbed his land, ushering him into a backroom located down the hall. T.J. followed Judith into the backroom, which was dusty and full of cobwebs. He’d never been in this part of the church before and wondered what she was doing. Upon reaching the end of the room, Judith sat on a thick, ancient table and hiked up her skirt while winking provocatively at T.J. güvenilir bahis siteleri and clucked her tongue impatiently.

“Come for a taste,” Judith said, and T.J. grinned from ear to ear as he drew near. The brother could not believe his damn luck. Tentatively, T.J. spread Judith’s thick dark thighs before pulling down her silky white panties. The gorgeous, dark-skinned Haitian beauty didn’t believe in shaving down below, and her lover did not mind at all. T.J. knelt before Judith and brought his face between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her womanhood. Like a hungry man, he dived into his meal…

“Delicious,” T.J. said, as he buried his face between Judith’s thighs and began eating her pussy. Judith leaned back on the table, and closed her eyes. She rubbed her erect nipples through her top, and felt a thrill down below as T.J.’s tongue slipped into her pussy, followed by his fingers. Judith is a sexually adventurous young Haitian woman who’s had stalwart young men and lusty young women in her bedroom, and she tends to enjoy everything they got to offer. Still, Judith had to admit that T.J. ate her pussy better than she expected…

“Oh oui, c’est bon,” Judith shouted, and she shuddered violently as T.J. unleashed a double whammy on her, stabbing her clit with his tongue, and thrusting three fingers into her pussy. T.J. continued to eat Judith’s pussy and watched her moan and writhe on his damn face. Moments later, Judith came violently, oozing hot girly cum all over T.J.’s face, and the brother tasted her womanly essence. Haitian women taste magically delicious…

“Happy Sabbath,” T.J. told Judith as they exited the backroom, after fixing their clothes. Judith smiled as T.J. pulled her into his arms and kissed her, even as members of the church choir walked by on their way downstairs. Service would commence in half an hour, after the men’s ministry, the women’s ministry and the singles ministry had their to do their thing. Judith and T.J. parted ways, and she went to address the ladies of the women’s ministry, as is her duty as Deaconess. T.J. had a lot to learn about the church and about women, but Judith has faith in him. The brother is going to make a magnificent Deacon, under her tutelage of course. Such is the way of things in the Haitian SDA Church.

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