While we were at American Eagle Outfitters and you were shopping for cute lingerie, I saw this one dark-haired, blue-green eyed white boy in the chang...ng room. Girl, I could wash two loads of laundry on those abs." I replied.As I said, it didn't bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn't even offended at the fact that she liked to have sex with them. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, we chatted online and she showed me some. I walked over to the mini bar that we had set up in the corner of the living room for entertaining and poured two glasses of wine and then brought them, one to my wife and for myself, and placed them on the coffee table. I reached around her and pulled her close to me. "It'll be ok." I reassured her as I held her.We sat there like that with out words for a couple minutes and when she looked up at me with tears in her eyes, I kissed her small lips and wiped her tears away with my thumb.I don't. "What... should I do to..." Give her some free drinks, flirt with her. She loves it when a guy pays attention to her and flatters her. Don't use shitty obvious pick up lines, speak from the heart dawg. Tell her you like her, that you'd love to fuck a girl like her. But clean up the language." He pulled his hand back and left.A couple of minutes later Mariah Hussein came back. "Where'd he go?" She asked looking around."He said he had to go somewhere and left." That's just great!" She said. This is the story of my first experience. Sharon came into the shop just after five on a Tuesday afternoon. It was reasonably quiet in the store that late in the day so I was able to give her my undivided attention. It was payday and she’d left her office intent on buying a pair of shoes on her way home. Sharon looked to be in her early twenties and she was tall and stacked like Anita Ekberg. If you don't know Ekberg, Google her name and prepare to be amazed. Sharon's skirt was white but quite.