What are you drinking? And don't say WATER!" she said rather emphatically. "Um, you have beer?" I asked."Good answer! Beer it is!" she replied.She ret...rned with plates, flatware, and two beers already opened. "Cheers!" she said as we clinked bottles. We never really watched what was on TV. We sat and ate and talked about "stuff". We traded stories about childhood, family, work, and life in general. Before I knew it we were about 6 beers and 4 hours into the evening. "Wow, it's getting late," I. Peter was blushing now, although it couldn't be seen through the heavymakeup as he sat in the chair, his nerves causing him to flutter hislashes even faster and pout his glossy blue lips excessively, giving himthe appearance of a slutty temptress.Debbie walked into the room and just looked at Peter completelydumbfounded. "I don't believe it!" She said, "Is that you really done uplike that Pete, I didn't know you were into this sort of thing. What kindof a fucking perversion is this?! Are you. The white man in the equation is also confused. He is confused about which he is more excited for, the woman who takes charge of her lusts or the black male who he condemns in everyday life. The very semen that intoxicates the white woman also has an affect on the white man. The white man will use his worldly influence to entice the black male with his white woman while being mindful of the war he will wage on the black male should a rage of jealousy kick in. At some point is becomes less about. He used one hand to pop the lid on the KY and squirted some on his cock and stroked it up and down his shaft. He rubbed the head up and down my crack till he found my tender hole and then gave a slow push. I don’t know what was worse, the shock of having him slammed completely inside me was like jumping in a cold lake, but this was excruciating. Yes, he was going slow but that seemed to make the whole thing h*rt worse and just as I was about to say something he pulled the.