“May I join you?”“You may indeed.” He stood up to pull a chair out for her.“Why, thank you — a gentleman.”“I try.” His eyes explored...her features. She was stunningly gorgeous, early twenties, with perfectly smooth skin. Like the other women he had seen, she could’ve passed for a Miss America contestant.“Are you a dancer?” Having noticed she was wearing an evening dress instead of stripper attire, he thought he’d ask that question anyhow just to study her response. “I can do that if you. He arched his back and changed his entry angel once more as he tensed for his imminent discharge. The new angle no longer glided across my prostate tickling it, it now crushed into my prostate with passion and lust! The feeling was sensational, and I couldn’t hold back. As I bucked back against him, I shouted “Oh man, don’t stop. I’m cumin, and cumin hard!”I was rewarded with him giving one last huge thrust deep inside me as he began gyrating his hips. I could almost feel the arteries in his. Some women just stay where they are and their husbands finger them or lick their pussies, while they watch the action, usually with the husband telling them how beautiful it is to see the white woman with the black men. (These women are usually only a few weeks away from the actual experience.) And, surprisingly, some women after coming closer and sitting one or two seats away, finally give in to their desires and join the white slut and her black lovers; and when this happens, their husbands. . and I wanted something special for me. For that we had to go to Janesville, Wisconsin.I wouldn't have needed to go to Janesville if it weren't for car salesmen who knew what they wanted me to buy better than I knew what I wanted. But, the few who would actually let me tell them what I wanted were really sure I didn't want that but look at this model over here. What I learned by looking at the bottom line on the windowsticker told me what I had to do. No ... not the price line ... below that..