How I loved Black men's bodies and uniqueness. And their amazing manliness. I loved the way Black guys smelled and tasted. And I couldn't get enough o... Black dick. I loved to suck it and ride it. I've had Black dick in my mouth, pussy and ass. And I totally loved it. Sometimes, I would participate in orgies with other White women who craved Black men as much as I did. And these were the types of women no one would suspect of having such base desires. The wives of doctors, lawyers, businessmen. She wasn't as a big busted as Karen, but she had a nice sized bust. Peggy's beautiful face was framed by shoulder length hair. While Karen was from Birmingham, Peggy lived on a peach orchard outside Fort Valley, Georgia, where her father was an engineer at the Blue Bird schoolbus plant. Her mother had inherited the orchard, packing shed and the house they lived in.I told Peggy, "You never know what's going to happen."I was correct in my statement. Peggy surprised me completely when she leaned. Yes! Yes they were! Goal one covered! We talked.. had a few drinks... appetizers and then went to the floor to dance. I was hoping some guy would ask to cut in and for a few minutes I thought it wasn't going to happen...but sure enough a guy about her age came up and politely asked if he could dance with her. Goal Two...DONE!They moved around the floor.. his hand low on her back. From my table I could see he was touching the area where the top of her panties rested. They turned and I saw his. There were occasions when we could Skype or Messenger each other with video and I would dress up for the session in sexy lingerie and it was on one of those nights, from his hotel in Aberdeen that the incident with his father was reminiscent of my similar occurrence, as mentioned earlier.I had bathed and dressed in sexy lingerie and was sitting at my dresser brushing and doing my long hair, I had still to put my dress on and had my hands and arm high fixing my hair when a compliment was made.