"I know right. While we were at American Eagle Outfitters and you were shopping for cute lingerie, I saw this one dark-haired, blue-green eyed white b...y in the changing 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. Well, the big guy picked me up and dropped me back on the bed, and sat down beside me. He started to touch me and rub me while his friend continued to take pictures. I tried to get away, I kept telling him to stop, but he wouldn't and before long he had my bra off and was playing with my... breasts," as she said this she looked down the top of her dress at herself. She brought her free hand up, the one not holding the wine glass, and squeezed her own tit through the material of her dress. To. Her muscles were on the point of clenching, but before she could go any higher on this wild roller-coaster of pleasure, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back, his dick ceasing its violent thrusting, but maintaining claim of her pussy. He looked at her, deep in the eyes, hers as glazed over as his, mirroring that wild lust that they felt like a blanket over their minds. He started thrusting into her again, and as she tried to meet those wild jack-hammer thrusts, but then suddenly,. ..a...a boner?" I became baffled. "You... You don't know what a BONER looks like?" She blushed. "No..." "Does that mean..." "I'm a virgin? Yes. Does... THAT..." She pointed at my boner, "Mean that you like my dancing?" "Um... Yeah..." We stood there awkwardly for a while. Then she straightened. "I'm flattered." I looked at her. "I'm flattered" usually meant she wanted something. "Sammi?" "You boosted my self esteem. Let me return the favor." In moments, she had thrown my trunks across the room..