" She blushed. "You can try now. I don't mind." My hands moved down, massaging her upper arms now, trying to relax her more. I really wanted to see wh...t she would do now. In a few more minutes, I wasn't disappointed. Her right hand moved over her thigh, towards her pussy, which, I could only guess, was soaking wet by now. Her fingers glided across her cute white thong, raising her skirt up enough that I had a nice view of the proceedings. She started playing with her clit though the thin. I took his hard cock in my hand and began stroking up and down, smearing the thick fluid over it as it throbbed against my fingers. "Just lay back and relax baby, I'm gonna take good care of you." I murmured, trying to calm him because I could tell he was almost shaking from nerves and excitement. Leaning forward, I lifted my tits and laid one on each side of his stiff young dick and squeezed them together, raising them up and down, caressing his erection between them. Quickly, I felt his cock. One scene had a white woman with a black couple. In the middle of the scene my ex asked if I had ever fantasized about a black man. I asked him if he ever wanted to try a black woman, which he quickly answered "hell no!" I told him I didn't, which was a lie. I had for years without his or anyone else's knowledge.When I was in high school, at a slumber party with some friends, we discussed the old stereotype of black men having large cocks. I never had heard of it before and my friends told me. I might let you do it again, if you're a good boy." If I'm good?" That's right." She stood up, pulled the undershirt over her arms and threw it to the floor, then walked over to the table and sat down in the same chair where she'd shown me her pussy that morning. "Come here," she said.I went and stood before her. She opened her legs wide again. "See."I knelt down in front of her. She reached out and cupped my head in her hands, her fingers playing with my hair. She tilted my head forward.