But as Dan and I danced, I began thinking. It wouldn't hurt to do a little more research in the area of multiple sex partners. It wouldn't be fair to ...ump all the men I'd write about in my stories into one category. It wouldn't be fair to write the same things about Dan, as I would about Paul.As I think back on that night, I'm not really sure if it was the drinks I'd consumed, or Dan, s suggestions that influenced my decision. All I know is, I couldn't stop myself from responding to the heat. Stephanie smiled when she saw them."He may be a hunk, doll," she said, "but you had better be careful. Didyou lubricate well down there?"I looked at her blankly and shook my head positively. "You'd better bewell prepared. Let me check. Come to the chair and bend over."I swished to the chair and bent over holding on to its back. Stephanielifted my dress again and pulled down my panties. She pulled my thingaside and I felt a cool finger enter my virgin arse. I guess she musthave put on a latex. Perhaps they would like to tell us why they both love interracial sex with Black men so much?”Nancy approached the podium, “Despite studying theology at Oxford, the first love of both myself an my husband has always been the beautiful Black Men with have met in America and South Africa! Over the years My husband and I discovered we had two great loves: Jesus and BBC. God is in Big Black Cock, and most White couples now accept and admit it. The Black race is superior!”A roar of laughter and. While I stood in line to get my ticket, I saw this fine-looking young Black woman with a tall, curvy figure and long hair looking at me. Ever the gentleman, I offered her to get in line in front of me. She declined, but asked me what money I was seeing. I told her I was seeing The Dictator, grabbed my ticket, wished her a good day, then went in. Guess who I saw inside the theater? None other than the pretty Black chick from before. She approached me, introduced herself as Marianna, and asked me.