" Shmart ash. Why aren't they on you?" he asked.I began rubbing his thigh. "For fun."His head seemed to make a circle, and then he tried to focus on m... as myhand went inside his boxers. "Shammy. . . " he began as he tried to makesense out of what was going on. I had his dick out of his boxers, though,and my lips were around his meat by the time he got the next word out:"Shtop." I sucked like crazy trying to make him so hard he wouldn't stopme. I loved feeling his meat grow and stiffen inside. I bucked against her as I came, pouring years of sexual dissatisfaction into the depth of her loving body. She slid down on me, allowing my still rigid penis to apply pressure to her clit and pushed against me. After a few short moments, however, I plopped out, depleted but satisfied. We both laughed and I held her close to me, kissing her face and touching her everywhere. ‘Sandi, I’ve never made love like that before.’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ve never felt anything like that or had so intense an. In fact ours isabout so start, so you can see for yourself." I poured us each anotherglass of wine and we sat back to enjoy the show. It really was verygood. Sexy "female" singers mimed to backing tracks, whilst gorgeouslycostumed dancers performed routines around them. I constantly had toremind myself that under their skimpy costumes the performers wereconcealing male equipment similar to mine! (And, I had to remindmyself, I too was dressed to the nines in a fabulous evening gown andheels!)The. I replied “Whew 8 inches. That’s big! Not sure I can Handle that”. When Dan saw Big Daryl’s comments and my replies he went ballistic. He accused me of flirting with black men. He said my comments were encouraging this black man to make more comments on my pictures. This set off another evening of argument and debate around sex and race. Dan just could not handle the idea of black men and white women. And I took the more liberal opinion that it was ok for consenting white women to have.