Don't get me wrong, I have an extremely good sex life with my boyfriend and we always have amazing sex, but being with a girl has always sparked my cu...iosity. There's just something about them that turns me on. There is just something about them that guys don't have. Boobs and ass is what I like in a women. A nice curvy body. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it. For some reason I can't stop fantasizing about my dear friend Miriam. She is gorgeous. She is Latina. Yes, she lacks boobs. My arms wandered innocently up her arms, then hooked her dress straps and slid them down her arms taking her dress with them. By the time I had gotten them past her hands the top of her dress had peeled down to her ribs, letting her naked breasts spill out into the warm air. With a gasp she instinctively covered her breasts with her hands, but before she could do anything else I grabbed her firmly by the hips and ran my tongue between her breasts, clear up to her clavicle. She opened her mouth. They had the so-called advantage of being White. She still kicked all their asses. Their very White and very male asses lost to a Black female. Wow. The only Black male in the United States of America beat all the White guys and all the White chicks at their own game to become President of the United States. The only Black male member of a certain Ivy League water polo team became the team captain and outperformed all the White guys. A young Black guy who tried out for his college ice hockey. “Funny how?” I asked.“Do you think he indulges in the love that dare not speak its name?” Luke asked with a semi-serious air.“Who cares?” Trip said with a laugh. Then, “Nah, Cary’s cool. He’s just not as manly as you are.”“I am a manly man,” Luke said. “I have hair on my chest to prove it.” With that, he pulled down the neck of his shirt to reveal a thick patch of curly blonde hair.“Yeah, you’ve probably got hair on your palms, too,” Jeff said. “You hairy fuck.”“He’s right,” Luke said to Trip.