I shouldn't say that, because it isn't true.I've seen a few black men at the gym who are good looking. I guess a black man has never asked me out. I d...n't like to ask men out, that makes me feel sluty. I certainly would go out with a black man if they asked. As long as they weren't drunks or perverts, but that standard is the same for all other guys.I have to admit that after she started going out with black guys, I rented a few porn movies with black guys in them. There were some black women. " I'm not trying to rush anything," I said, a bit desperately since of course that's exactly what I was doing. "But I really like you, too, and I'd really like to kiss you for a minute."It was an incredibly dorky thing to say, but somehow setting a time limit made it okay. She got up from the swing and we went over to a little shaded area, not too visible from the street (but not completely secluded either), and sat down."I've been through a really bad relationship once," Cindy said. "It's not. I don't like that feeling but my body needs it sometimes and I know I improved my physical shape and I feel always great after sweating.Of course I'd love to have here some nice girl or boy who would pet me now, compliment me and make me cum - I forced myself not to orgasm for whole week you can imagine how full I'm. But I'm alone here so I try to satisfy my body now, I use to sweaty orgasms with boys and girls but never did myself like this . But why not, I think I deserve some pleasure after. I told you it was a small operation. It seems I'm pretty good with my hands, though." He winked and took one of the glasses. Yes, his hands looked fine. Long, strong fingers, huge palms. I was thinking of how they would feel against my breasts and elsewhere. I had to shift my weight as suddenly my panties were way too tight.He was leaning against the corner of the desk and I could just make out a growing bulge in his pants. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before. Missy came over and stood right.