"I'm not." Okay, then. It's a date."Tiffany hoped the jerk was telling the truth. In her experience, menoften lied about the size of their dicks, an... she liked her cocks big--and Black.Supposedly, Clinton, her latest client, was both. She'd see soon enough,she thought.Tiffany wasn't a call girl. At least, she didn't think of herself thatway. She was a white woman who served Black men's fantasies. All ofthem, it seemed, wanted nothing as much as to fuck a white girl, usuallyin her ass, or. I remember the color of the other teams' jerseys. I even remember the numbers on the sides of their helmets. Then. Whiteness. I came to with a black and white blur hovering over me. As my vision cleared, I could see that it was a referee. He was saying something that didn't make any sense. Then Dale's face was in front of mine. I could see that she was very worried about something, but I had no idea what then her face vanished and the coach's and the team doctor's appeared. After playing with her pussy from over the panty, I then started pulling her panty down. Her hands no longer were holding the panty up. They had let go of them and were playing with her hair.As I was pulling the panty down, the pinnacle of pleasure was coming to full view. The part hidden behind her panty was even fairer than the rest of her body. It was flawless. The small bunch of pubic hair all over was the perfect contrast. The lips of her pussy were dark pink.I pulled her panty down. I could feel a heat and wetness coming from under her panties against my lap. Eventually, Karen stopped struggling and stiffened and then went limp. I allowed her to slid off my lap to the carpeted floor. As she lay on her side panting for air I stood up and removed my trousers and underwear.I was as hard as a rock as I placed Karen on her back and pushed her short skirt up and slid her soaked panties down her nylon clad legs. Once removed, they revealed a tiny triangle of blonde hair.