I took his hand which was at least 3 times bigger than mineand said, "Brooke. Would you like to join us?" He smiled and sat down.Malcolm was a former ...NFL player. He had gotten hurt and now ran his owngym. He was charming and funny and sweet. We drank and danced together andall my girlfriends were jealous. When we slow danced together I could feelhis cock. It felt like it was as big as my forearm. About 1:00. He leanedin and whispered in my ear, "Let's get outta here, baby".I nodded and we left.. .. I was like... like most of you. I was white, straight, and thought nothing would make me happier than a hot piece of ripe pussy. I could've NEVER imagined the way my life would become, and could NEVER have imagined that I was a hot piece of ripe pussy, and like all white boys... I am better equipped to satisfy black cock, than any vagina. Life often has its own plans, it doesn't always pan out the way you think it will, and there are events that can shake the foundations of what you had. Not being a friend of mine, I decided to publish it so that everyone at school would know the real girl. It starts shortly after her high school graduation and moves to State College. I edited out some of the boring days.] August 21- I’ve decided to write a diary to keep track of my thoughts and experiences since I intend to write an autobiography some day after my career in politics which I’m confident will be on a national scale. Today I weigh 131 pounds which I think is good for my 5′ 8′. She knew what her father and mother back in ‘sticksville’ would say about her capricious behavior. They would have wanted to intervene and get me the hell out of dodge. I wanted to fulfill my contract to bring exclusives to the newspaper I was under contract too and explode my blog numbers at the same time. Her ambition expelled the sense of self preservation, only getting the story mattered. So, if she had to lean on a source who knew who had done what in a bedroom in Washington, than, so be.