It's so obvious that you are right. The evidence is right in front of all of us but denial and fear covers that truth to many people, like a veil over...our eyes. I think it’s due to insecurities and denial of whites to face the cold hard facts that we are inferior to Black Men in many ways, but in particular, sexual satisfaction. Size truly matters and many white girls know this already. Our white girlfriends and wives tell us that size doesn’t matter. They are lying, size matters 100%. I guess. ” But then she smiled and shrugged and said “So, any coffee for me?” and she pattered over and sat down with us, putting her feet on the corner of the table. “Sure” I said and got up. “And... you know, clothes maybe?”“Nah, I'm good” she said. “Who's this?”“Emma” I said, and Emma was still staring at her with her mouth open. “Emma, this is Veronica” I said.And now she looked at me and said “But... you invited me” and I sighed and said “I know. I just forgot. I'm sorry.”“Is she your girlfriend?”. He would keep her after practice for a private lesson. "Now when you kick, kick high. Show some panty. When you bend show those sexy asses, and arch your backs and show those big tits."They then did their sexy routine that was more for a strip club than the comptetion. They shook tits and asses and any man would want them. That was what the coach was looking for. "Now we will do the routine again only naked this time. I want to see those naked bodies flaunted." The girls squealed and got naked.. Turning me around he said, what else were you hiding under there. I felt funny as his hands moved over my skin. I started breathing faster and my heart beat quicker. He ran his fingers down my butt, then pushed my legs apart. I wanted to cry as I stood naked in front of him. Felling his hand over the crack of my butt he said to relax. I didn't know what to do as he moved his fingers down my butt crack. My heart jumped when he spread my butt open and touched my butt hole. My fear started to go.