I'd learn to play golf if you wanted me to. I'd be happy to be a beater. I love walking dogs and watching the seasons and I'd thoroughly enjoy the odd...meal out."He smiled ruefully. "You've got it all worked out, haven't you?"She nodded but said nothing."So now we come to the crunch point. I like you, Anthea and, particularly now, recognise you as a pretty woman but, my dear, there's no attraction. I enjoy you as a friend but, I'm afraid, it goes no further than that."She sighed and was silent. I’m pro black by the way but I’m not racist. I just love my culture and in the skin I’m in. I believe the black woman is a goddess... it is what it is.Base off my past experience? It’s the Caucasian women who are victims of lust with a inner breeding desire for mix babies base off my encounters. Why is this? You could blame it on American pop culture for forever advertising jungle fever and reality tv shows like The Kardashians to a degree. We are products of our environment after all. But well. I looked in the kitchen and in the dinning room but she still wasn't there. I figured she'd probably gone upstairs to use the bathroom or something. I walked up the stairs slowly. I walked down the hall. She wasn't in the bathroom. I headed for her room. The door was slightly ajar. I could see she had a lamp on. I heard music. I opened the door a little bit to see if she was dressed. I half hoped she wasn't. She was on her bed. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing; She was. If this is something you want, then so do I. Okay?" I gave her hand another squeeze as an act of further reassurance. Then she turned to face Mike and Jan, and she said: "This is more than just a fantasy. This is something I definitely want to do." Her emphasis on the word 'want' seemed to clinch the deal for both Mike and Jan."Good!" Mike said. "Jan and I were just wanting to make sure you were (both of you) serious about this. We've had couples contact us saying they wanted to do this sort of.