"Take off your clothes."He rolled over and stared at me, his eyes went wide; he hadn't expected this. He looked to see if I was serious and he glanced...down from my eyes. I slapped him."Don't stare at my tits! Now get undressed you little pervert!" He blinked a few times stunned by the slap. I'd hit him harder than I meant to. I noticed his cheek turning red. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it away. He was slim, bordering on skinny. He started to get up to take his pants off."Who. This is Nancy's story, and perhaps my own as well.Nancy met her fiancée at college. She was a virgin when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly exploring her own sexuality and learning how to please him. She was madly in love and knew she was complete, a woman with a man, a man that would love her and give her children. She was devastated when she caught him cheating, her carefully structured romance and perfect future destroyed. A few months later, he pleaded with her to take. She looked up and we made eye contact, but I kept going and went into the rest room. She looked surprised but her eyes were glazed over with sexual excitement from being fingered and I'm pretty sure she was either cumming or had just cum.When I passed back her dress was down and they were facing the bar. I pretty much didn't pay attention to them, and after a couple of more drinks I went back to the my room.The next evening, while sitting at the bar I had a tap on the shoulder and turned. “34D, why?” She asked firmly. But he just grinned his eyes on her chest. Other question about position and likes were asked. Her answer were short and annoyed. After a bit she pulled me aside telling me she felt uneasy being the only woman there and all the questions. As I tried reassuring her Demarcus came over handing her another drink and apologized for the way his friends were acting. “They see a sexy white girl and just can’t shut up. I told them to chill out.” Karen seamed a little better.