I was never more excited and racing withsensuality, I had to admit. Dressing and acting this way.The way women do.I walked out on the deck, to wait f...r the fireworks, my heels clackingand racking up a thunderous noise outside. This newfound obsession, Irealized, was making me not care anymore about what any other personwould think. I mean, my family was just up the beach, all in fancycondos or grouped around the big bonfire. What would they think of me,in a bikini and heels and wrap-around. It now looks at Blacks without its old prejudiced white racist ideas. it now sees all Black People as its potential Black owners. it enjoys imagining itself as a mindless naked pig and white whore meat owned by dominant Superior Blacks who insult it while gratifying their sexual appetites on it and use its naked white flesh and anatomy for their sexual proclivities, gratifications, and recreations.it wonders what it would be like to be a Black Owned naked white piece-of-ass to serve and. "I coach football at Millvale High."As if it were perfectly normal for a man who had just met a woman to reach and massage her thigh, he did so. He moved to stand, bending over, and applied both hands before she could object."Is the pain here?" he asked, depressing her skin with a finger.She jumped, but more from the contact than any sensation it caused."No ... further in," she heard her voice say.His fingers moved further inside, toward the adductor muscles. He pressed again."Here?"He was. Nice C cup titties and a bubbly personality. We got a along well. One night Kayla was out and Mary and I were starting to get busy. We moved into her room, but we forgot to close her door. Mary and I often changed positions a lot and with her vocalness we didn't hear Kayla came in. Mary had her ankles on my shoulders and I was really giving it to her. She came hard and I pulled out. She grabbed my cock and I shot my load on her big tits and face. She giggled and licked what she could reach when.