I had her sit down in a chair and rubbed her back and shoulders. I kissed her gently and told her that soon she would be enjoying the black man we had...just met in the restaurant. She blushed and smiled shyly. I was prepping my girl to share herself sexually with a Negro we had just met, to open her sweet white legs and engage in an act of sexual intercourse with a black man. She loved this, as do I. This little ritual of preparation, the anticipation, the knowing what she is about to do, and. ‘Ah, I guess I better get you home, huh?’ Bill said, his voice hoarse. ‘I…I guess so,’ Cindy said. She noticed that her boss’s voice sounded funny. The trip to the mobile home park where Cindy lived didn’t take long. Bill pulled up in front of her trailer and they sat in the car, looking at each other. ‘Would…would you like, you know, a cup of coffee or something, Mr. Markham?’ Cindy asked. ‘Ah…yeah, I suppose I could manage a cup of coffee,’ Bill replied. He shut the car off, got out, opened. His sexy black wife called me Honey.Her lips were wet and soft and her body was a killer one. As I kissed her, her husband lifted my skirt, putting his hand between my thighs. I spread my feet, allowing him better access and I was rewarded with two fingers in my wet and hungry cunt.I moaned, enjoying the feeling of both wife and husband.I went down on her, with her thighs gripping my head, as she came in one massive orgasm, squirting in my face.Soon, his hard black cock was sliding in and out. His brown wavy hair and green-blue eyes would usually drop girls dead in their tracks, unless they belonged to a retarded football player that knew only three things: Ball=Good, Girl=Better, and Geek=Punching bag. Darme was much too intelligent to lower himself to those blond giggling machines in order to cope a feel of some fluffy, bouncing love globes that they seemed to have an abundance of. Lacking a girlfriend, Darme was staying the summer in a little house in the middle of nowhere with.