When we met when she was just 23 a recently divorced young mother of two who apparently had been married to a guy who knew nothing about sex which was...fortunate for me. I got to teach Karen everything about good sex and her own body. She had her first orgasm after I had fucked her for about half-an-hour. After that she was hooked, she was a former ballet dancer in high school and she knew dance moves that she used during sex that would drive any man wild. When we first met I was teaching her. In lot of the stories online there is a thing where the wife is off the pill, meaning the black man she is sleeping with could get her pregnant. Why is that such a turn on?"Sitting up on the couch next to her I told her it might have to do with that being the ultimate act of ownership, the expression of her preference for black men by mating with one. She nodded saying she understood the risk of pregnancy might seem erotic but was also dangerous."I don't think I'd like to play that game for. Turns out that we already knew each other from high school, we were best friends then, any ways we saw each other at the club (not gonna mention which one)and we started talking saying stuff like your so beautiful and who did you cam here with, she told me she came with no one and that she came to see if she could find any hot girls.So, I asked her your into girls now, she said I've always been into girls I just never told you, I said I'm into girls to and then after a few couple drinks we. No way. But yes, yes way... a momentlater I felt the balls against my chin flex a bit, and then a thickand soupy substance pour forth into my mouth. Before I knew what Iwas doing, I was reflexively swallowing.And... it was oddly comforting. Why did it taste so familiar? Whydid it make me feel... better? It was strangely sweet and flavorful,without any of the overt saltiness or nasty flavor I expected basedon what girls had described to me before. I snapped back to thepresent moment with the.