When she stood in front of me, she was slightly embarrassed by it and tried to pull her shirt off her bra which did little to disguise her nipples. T...e shirt was damp enough that it just clung to her bodyBeing a gentleman I didn’t say anything. But she didn’t ignore and said, “Hey you got me all wet and look at me.” I laughed as she splashed water at me. In a surprising move she pulled off her shirt and walked outside to lay it in the sun. I had to notice her tight torso and her ample. I warned her about my hesitation. When she actually came, I couldn't do it. We agreed to have sex anyway and use condoms. I said maybe I could get past it in the heat of the moment and take the thing off for her. We met like this for a few months and the last time we met, I actually gave her my sperm once at the very edge of her window of fertility. It felt so good shooting it into her but after, my mind was racing with "what have I done' thoughts. She didn't get pregnant, and actually ended up. I don’t want to push you too far. How about after breakfast? I need a little time to recover and we will need some sustenance to keep us through the fun.”Sara turned over to face him and kissed him deeply. “You know, I think I love you.”Charley was a little taken back by her statement. She was very careful about professing her love and had never said it before. He loved her and had for months. It was now clear that their foray into BDSM was the spark she needed. She clearly needed to be able to. The conversation turned to that very subject for the next twenty minutes. How exciting it was for all of us to be with a person outside of our race and how it made the good sex that much better. All three of us made confessions about knowing people who would object to us being with someone outside our race and how the mixture of our skin colors was hot and erotic. Our confessions didn’t end there. I had admitted that I had masturbated every night since our first meeting. They told me I was the.