So just a little background first. My name is Scott. It’s March 2015 in Phoenix, AZ. I’m 28 years old and single. It’s just another Friday night...and I’m ready to hit the clubs and search for my dream woman. Growing up in the 2000’s in America sucks when you would like to meet a naturally hairy woman that doesn’t shave. I sometimes wish I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s but without all the racism. Anyway, I’m old school, I been with around 40 women since I was young and none of them had a full. " Thank you Caroline, you have no idea how much this meant to me. I will definitely see you later."I went home with a smile from ear to ear. I couldn't wait for dinner time to roll around. I was sure there would be more of the same. When I got there I couldn't wait to get my hands on Caroline. She took one look at me and told me in no uncertain terms to cool my jets. She looked me in the eye saying,"This isn't going to be a sex fest any and every time you come over here. There are going to be. Dana’s toes curled up along with a lump forming in her throat. it was only an hour before that she had never been sexually touched by black hands in her entire life. Yet, here she was being fondled by one of the blackest man she had ever encountered. This was frightening yet so stimulating being in the grips of a charcoal black African. The touch and male presence was certainly dominating but here she was letting a very dark black man rub on her body. She could call out for help yet she was. I could feel my cock starting to get hard just thinking about what she was going to look like. And I was right, Barbara was a knockout in the new outfit, and I hadn’t even so much as been able to stroke myself yet. We all took a sip of our drink and then Tyler took his turn. He rolled a seven. That was a safe roll, so he passed the dice to me. Again I landed on a ‘You Choose’ square. I drew a card and read it aloud. It said to pick one female and one lucky male. The male was to receive a hand.