Hi, I’m Janet Mason and let me tell you of the time I eased black/white relations. I dressed in my most revealing outfit and made my way to the part of town where even the cops dare not go. I love black men as much as the next milf and it was even much more of a pleasure since I was offered up to nearly a dozen young black bulls. If my husband only knew that I was out servicing black thugs then I’d be in the doghouse. I came into the middle of a meeting of radical black guys and their talk of the white man’s evils soon turned into talk of how I’d be there little white whore. I couldn’t stuff there cocks down my mouth quick enough and it was nice being in the company of real men and not flacid white boys who can’t handle a real woman like me. I went down the assembly line of aggravated ebony studs and I must have met my monthly interracial quota in the first five minutes alone. My makeup was soon on the floor as my face was the only suitable target for this gang’s DNA deposits. I know I didn’t really solve any real problems today but I know I left with several smiling black faces behind me.