Was this really happening to me? He unbuttoned the front of his shirt. He unsnapped his jeans, and then, hooking his thumbs into the waste band, he pu...hed them down. They slid down his legs, down to his knees.He had a really obscene bulge in the front of his white jockey shorts."Touch it Debi. Touch it like a girl touches her boy friend..."I moved forward on the couch, till I was sitting on the front edge. The bulge in his shorts was only about four inches from my face. I reached up and lightly. If there are any out there, they are way out of the norm. But seeing all these white guys looking like women proves Steven’s point. White guys and girls are more submissive and feminine by nature as a race. Knowing this, I understand why I become more feminine every day and I know my place now. All you white boys reading this, need to just accept the truth you really already know. Be set free by admitting that the Black Man is superior to you, because He truly is. Black men are generally bigger. .GOD!" she exclaimed! "Your cock feels so good; give it to me some more!"I continued to thrust and thrust into her willing pussy, shoving her closer and closer to another climax. Suddenly, she exploded again! I could feel her contractions on my cock and felt her shoot some more girl-cum onto my cock. "Shit!" I yelled! “FUCK! You are so hot, Jenn. I want to keep fucking you all night!”"NO WAY!!!" shouted J. "I'm next, and don’t you forget it!"While I continued to pound Jenny’s sweet pussy, I. But I had an idea.In my wallet was a phone number; a phone number that would probably cost me $2/minute to call. I decided it was worth whatever part of my paycheck necessary to make that call. Right now.“I’m going to call Birgit,” I said. “Will you stay while I do?”She nodded. I grabbed the phone book to figure out how to place my first-ever international call. I hoped Birgit was home. I knew it was afternoon in Sweden on Friday, so I wasn’t going to wake anyone.I found the page I was looking.