I am most interested in stimulating intelligent white women. If you’re a guy, you just might want to skip this story, and wait for my next one, whic... is entitled “Why I Let a White Boy Suck My Dick.”* * *My name is Jamal. An Arabic girl I know rather intimately told me my name means handsome or beautiful. She was holding my cock at the time with both hands as she rubbed it against her lips. But her meat is a little too dark for me. I like white meat. Real white, and real tight. But. I knocked on the door, and she opened it. She looked at me, as she always did, with both happiness and sadness.I loved her. She wasn't the greatest prize in the book- for one thing she was a part time whore and full time stripper. But it was different between us. We loved each other. Proof? I didn't have to pay her. I accepted, as much as I didn't like it, what she was."I'm sorry, Nat," I said dully, "Its so early and I'm-" Here, Yevin," she said, handing me a bottle of Seagram's Extra Dry Gin.. She never failed, nor did she ever get all A’s which she preferred because she didn’t feel the pressure to always be perfect. Miranda on the other hand could care less about any of her classes. The girls were polar opposites of each other, which in the end was why they were good friends. Miranda wore mini-skirts, thongs, tank tops, anything that made her dark wavy hair shine and B-sized breasts look bigger. While Carly cared about her image, she didn’t go though great lengths to flaunt herself.. I figure she has earned a reward at this point so I take hold of the waistband of the shorts and peel them off her ass. Once I pull them free of her legs, I notice that she raises her hips in anticipation of me taking her panties off too. I laugh at her and say “Not yet.” Moving back between her legs I look closely and admire my handiwork. The crotch of her panties are so wet they are practically see through at this point. I can clearly see the outline of her lips and even a little bump where.