So why have I not learned that particular lesson yet? After all, it has been two years since she fled, leaving behind not only me, but everything that...she possessed. Picking up the black velvet box that rests in the left-hand corner of my desk, I carefully open it. Nestled into the cushion is the diamond and emerald ring that I had gotten her before… I shake my head. There is no point in allowing myself to travel down that path. Not now. Closing the box I take care to place it in precisely the. She was quite tipsy."How about you? How is your boyfriend treating you?" I asked.She finished the rest of her drink and said "Oh he is good but no one is perfect." And what do you mean by that?"Slurring her words, "Well let's just say when it comes to the bedroom he falls shorts" and she made a gesture with her hand that reminded me of a miniature hotdog. "Yeah I guess no one is perfect. You are still with him though." She started to sway on the spot and said "I am but I wish I could have just. I rented a DVD that had scenes with a white girl and several black guys - usually my wife would say it was "disgusting" but she watched without saying a word, while we watched I put my hand on her leg and she spread her legs slightly - I touched her slit through her panties and felt her getting wet. I rub slightly before slipping my finger under her panties into her wet slit! I mentioned how big the Black Cocks were and how the White Girl looked like she loved sucking them. She slid down. I was the only student at my school that had any kind of Asian ancestry and it made me stick out like a sore thumb. Despite the fact that I was rather popular (I was a cheerleader for 3 of my 4 years in high school), I never really felt like I belonged around them. I was always different to them and there was little I could do to change that.I was especially popular with the guys. I inherited my father's brown eyes and black hair, my skin was slightly darker than my peers, with a light, silky.