John said, “We were just having breakfast, we were not doing anything.”John’s dad looked at me with a smile then back to his son John and he rep...lied, “Well son it looks like to me your girlfriend there got a little breakfast in her hair.”I reached up with my hand; I found that big glop of cum that had shot out of his cock. It had landed right on the top of my head. I put my hand in it and I could feel it smear down through my hair. I pulled my hand from my hair and my hand was a white sticky. But If you guys fancy getting together again, then I’ll be here at the club same day next month. To be honest, it makes a change to meet a genuine, decent couple that know how to enjoy themselves, and as for Chrissie… Well, Nuff respect man.” I thought about what he said for a split second and replied, “Okay, but before then if you fancy a beer for old time’s sake, why don’t you come and see us at home because we haven’t had much chance to catch up really. Do you still have my old mobile number. Actually, his fascination began when he stroked his cock looking at videos of white women getting fucked by huge black cocks, usually in the ass, at the numerous black on blonde sites. At first, he just wanted to see if the myth was true. Assured that it was, he became mesmerized with black sexuality. Somehow, some way, he would get confused. Sometimes, he would imagine that the white whore on the screen was his wife. Scared by that thought, he somehow began to imagine himself as the white. By far she was the hottest woman I had laid eyes on. Every boy in the class had a crush on her. If they didn’t it was cause they were probably gay. She wore clothes that gave nothing away, you could not have guessed her size, or her shape, but I dreamed of her soft breasts suffocating me, her long legs wrapped round me, her pink lips sucking mine as we kissed and her lovely buns caressed in my hands.One day I was out cycling through country lanes when I saw a car by the road side. The bonnet.