The first time I thought about fucking a Black guy was after I witness my roommate get almost fucked to death by a Black football player. It was the w...ekend of our 3rd week of school. She snuck him in our room at 2 o’clock early Saturday morning. I was asl**p, but her never ending moaning and groaning woke me up. I was in bed with my back to her, but I rolled over and faced her, but pretended I was asl**p. There was light coming through the blinds on our window from the moon. I could see him. So no problem, catch up some time for a coffee if you have time from your busy schedule.”I said, “You decide the time and place. I will be there.”She said, “Ok, what do you want me to wear?”Things were quickly unfolding, and I did not want to lose this opportunity at any cost. I fixed my eyes at Malar’s open nude midriff and said, “You would look beautiful in whatever you wear, so you decide.”She tried to pull her saree and cover her midriff. She asked, “Tell me na. You would have visualized me. He came again and on one of her rising ups his cum dripped out of her vagina , running down her legs. She continued to ride him a bit slower until she said " Thats getting hard again now I wast you to fuck me" he drove up into her for about ten minutes and I heard a thin squealing as she came and fell against his chest. He seemed to get some idea of what to do and her rolled her off had her kneel on the settee and drove his cock into her doggie style from behind hard and fast. I could hear his. I don't know which I appreciated more; her company, the hug, or the beverage. I guzzled the water down in one long gulp. Public speaking is lonely and thirsty work.The sisters stopped by in ones and twos to exchange small talk with Sheila before retiring for the evening. That was the cover story, at least. I noticed after the third such “visit” that most of the women seemed to spend more time sneaking glances at my naked crotch than they did in conversation with their leader.Great; I was now.