Against common sense, her friend Karen had persuaded her to come out. ‘It’ll be wicked, Hels, promise!’ Wicked was right, thought Helen with a s...ile. They’d gone to a flash bar in the city centre: blue lighting, glass walls encasing flowing water. Karen wasted no time in setting up shop at the bar, and before they knew it, two handsome guys were buying them drinks. True to form, Karen and her bloke rushed off to the bathroom after the second round. Value for money! thought Helen. Helen had. But never black. And It’s not like I didn’t have a lot of opportunity for it either. I would say a large % of men in person and online that hit on me or chat with me are black. I think that has something to do with me being white, since it seems that black guys want to use and fuck white bitches more than other ethnicities. Just a hypothesis but ya black guys can comment and be the direct answer to that question. Anyways the reason I hadn’t been with a black man until 2016 was I was sort of. I thought it was just another day. Our parents were out for the day, and I thought Sarah would be as well, so I went into her room and started looking through her laundry basket. I found a pair I liked (cute and pink, and so soft) and brought them up to my nose to sniff. I could smell her pussy. For some reason this just turned me on more. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock was already hard and ready. I wrapped my Sister’s knickers around my hand and. I knew something was going on, but I agreed. "Back in 20 minutes or so." I hopped in the car and hustled to the Adult ToyShop. I found three that looked to be in the same genre and rented them for three days.They were chatting on the couch when I returned. Carol said, "Forward, electronic wizard. Let the show begin."I put in the one Carol wanted and just before I started it, she asked, "Do you still have that index you made?"I looked around on the end table and found what she was looking for..