"Wow Marvell, I guess it is true what they say about black guys...you are much bigger than my husband" she said meekly. He grinned at her."Don't worry...baby, it will fit" he said."Oh I think it will fit, it's not the first large cock I've had...it's just been a very long time. First black cock though, in case you are wondering." "I was curious, but I'm more interested to find out if what they say about married white women is true." he replied."And what is that?" she asked."That they really. Our Friday evening dinner conversation was about the strange turn that Chicago politics appeared to be taking. The Republican candidate, Bernard Epton, appeared to have a chance of winning based purely on race. His campaign slogan was nothing short of offensive - Epton for Mayor: Before It’s Too Late.“That’s just wrong on so many levels,” Dave said.“Tell me about it,” I said. “I don’t like Washington’s politics, but the racist campaign against him really sticks in my craw. Hell, I’m tempted to. I’m a guy. I’m easy. I’ll take my pants off at the drop of a hat.’ We were now swaying to the music filtering down from upstairs and she looked up at me. ‘Shame I don’t have a hat.’ Damn! This woman was funny and smart and I wanted to rip her clothes off before she changed her mind. Instead I leaned over and kissed her again. Hard! She tasted like a mix of beer and some breath freshener. Her hair had the faint smell of strawberries. She was delicious and I wanted to devour her. As I kissed her. With seven years difference in age I had really not known her well at all. I had been away so long. But we could get closer now, and I would help her learn the ways of a large university. She was very excited about the whole situation. I think she must have looked up to me as her brother's good friend. A lot more than I ever knew. Anyway, she was happy and we spent the first evening out eating at a good restaurant, just for a treat. We couldn't do that a lot on our budget. I couldn't help.