Right as the store was closing, I walked outside with the twosuits, two pairs of shoes, three pairs of pantyhose (two nude, one black)and two pairs of...patterned tights. With my purchase I qualified for asmall make-up kit that I was excited to check out when I got home.Once back in the comfort of my apartment I modeled for myself my newpurchases, put them away in my walking closet, which despite my newadditions and whatever Trish had brought over was too sparse. I was goingto have to do some. Esther had just told him, over the past few days, how she and Kim’s mom had agreed to expand their daughter’s educations, so Kim had an evening with her mother the same as Sharon had. It was also much of their doing that both girls had attended the same college and had been roommates. Kim had been much more open with her mother about what they did in college. Nothing was ever said to Frank or Kim’s father, but the two women had spent many afternoons together as she shared with Esther what Kim. As soon as Samantha had the tip of her dildo nice and wet, she slid the big sex toy down between the nice sexy cleavage between her D-cup sized tits and then on down towards her lower belly and then in between her legs. Sam soon had the tip of the big thick vibrator in her pussy lips and moving over her sensitive clit, and as soon as the arousal became very obvious, Samantha got the head of the vibrator/dildo in her pussy lips and then began sliding it in and out to begin fucking her horny. That afternoon she followed the same procedure as on Monday. She more closely observed the two black men behind the counter. Aside from the fact they were black they seemed just ordinary guys in their forties.At home on the internet, she looked for true or fictional stories about white females having sex with black men. The true stories, if they were true, made the experience seem pleasurable. As was stated over and over in the sources she read, "If you go black, you'll never go back."However,.