And I didn’t know if I was going to make the trip or not. Besides, you meet all sorts of people hitching.”“Yes, that was my point. There are som... people that you don’t want to hop into a car with...”“Oh, you don’t seem that bad.” She actually poked her tongue out at me. “Although, the last guy wasn’t so good.”“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned.“Oh, he was a farmer...big guy, talked about pigs a little too much, but smelt good. Guess he’d showered since he’d been in the pig pens. He. I reached both hands out to touch her swelling breasts as she wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles together giving me a tight hug and forcing me another fraction of an inch inside of her. Locked in our love embrace we melted into one another and became one with the Universe. I don’t even remember shoving my cock into her a hundred times or her vaginal muscles milking me dry, all I remember is not wanting to ever take it out of her. I had lost my virginity to the girl of my. She and I were so different, she with straight blonde hair and a freckled face, me with chubby cheeks and thick black pigtails held in check with bright-colored hair bobs. It seems as if there was never a time when she didn’t live across the street from me in her white house with the droopy shrubs and the empty flowerbeds beneath the windows. I still don’t remember how we met. I do, however, remember that first day in her backyard. So expansive and open, lined with rose bushes and spattered. I was really surprised by her sincere answer; but I knew that sooner or later, Ana would be enjoying some local black cock…We met Jamal on the beach. He took us to show a very nice place covered by pine trees next to the shore line. Jamal told us it was a place where white couples meet local black men. He said a lot of wild sex between white wives and blacks happened there. Anita surprised me by telling him that she would like to just look. So we did. There were about six white wives having sex.