I'm not a racist Jim, but I don't like going on dates with black men." Why not?" Because when they get with a white woman they become arrogant and ego...istical and they start acting like they believe all the bullshit myths about them. The 'once you go black you never go back' garbage. Then when you don't buy into their line they start on the "What's the matter bitch? You think you're too good for me?" No Jim, I don't think so. I don't need any more bullshit in my life just now." Well okay, but. She seemeddisappointed. "You promised! I've honored all your desires. Now youhave to honor mine."All true. "No, no, I'm fine!" I said hastily. "I'll do it!" Sherelaxed, reassured.Yet I still felt vaguely ... compelled. Tricked? These hadn't been mydesires originally, not when we first began this ... role-shifting, this'expanding of our horizons' as she called it. Becoming each other tobetter understand each other was how she'd put it. Meaning, me morelike her. How many months ago? . She sighed gently as she felt her pulse quicken while his hot breath and teasing tongue danced along her supple breasts and traveled down her tummy. Her hips started to rock as he worked his way down to her bare mound and then the tiny gold ball that adorned her sweet pussy. She gasped when his tongue discovered her swollen little nub, just aching for attention. She opened her legs and put her hands on Mac’s head. “God, yes!”Mac would have grinned if his mouth weren’t so busy. Although he’d. Her body shook with a combination of nervousness and excitement.Greg went after the hook on the side of her skirt. Dropping to one knee, he slid it down and helped her step out of it with his eyes on level with the panty clad honey box of his stepsister. He let his eyes drink in her beauty as he slowly stood. Admiring how the curve of her hips narrowed at her flat stomach and then widened again to make room for those gorgeous tits.Marcia unbuttoned Greg's jeans and came face to face with the.