"Alright, alright, I'll fuck a black man, just once, right, just once, and then will you stop pestering me." Okay, it's a deal, do you want to find on... or me." I'll find my own thanks, I'll let you know, now can we drop it."A week later Sally was in a coffee shop when a black man and a white girl walked in. She was a chubby thing with greasy hair and Sally guessed she was probably keeping him. The black guy was quite handsome, tall, about six two and very muscular.He glanced over and caught. Oh yes, they found her sexy all right.They both left and she heard their voices from outside. For a moment, she assumed they were going to try pulling her out by her feet, but instead, she felt hands on her waist, and then cool air on her shaved slit as her panties were pulled off. Then, fingers were stroking along her wetness, and she was squirming, legs kicking helplessly.She felt her shoes being taken off, and strong hands were gripping her ankles, pulling her legs apart. Warm breath. The girl had wavy brown hair, big brown eyes and her smile lit up the room. The black beauty also noticed the white girl's breasts sticking out. They were covered by a red blouse and a little cleavage was poking out at the top.Wanda was staring at the brunette girl with interest. She decided right then that she was going to bed down the cute girl.Jennifer was drinking alcohol at the table with her mom, celebrating her engagement. She was only sipping wine but Jennifer was not used to drinking. Sir was back, telling me that they enjoyed the snacks and wanted to meet me. Appearing quite normal, we were debating how to spend one more hour before dinner. We had another round of chats.The hot topic on love and relationship as against feelings of affection and liking surfaced. I told sir that we would like to know how he would define and differentiate them. In his opinion, being the eldest, more experienced, a biologist and an eligible bachelor. Once he told that it depended upon the.