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However, three months later we started to think about what we wanted to keep the excitement alive.

"Brant, if you've eaten old pussy, I'll bet you'll have no problem eating black pussy."

"Jan, I think you're saying that because you'd like to try a big black cock, wouldn't you?"

I blushed. "You do, don't you?" he laughed.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Well, I have to confess, some of the black girls I've seen have great asses."

"And after old Judy's big ass you thought . . ."

"Take Angie, the legal secretary in our office. You have to admit, that woman has a great ass."

I'd met her at Christmas parties. Yes, she did. "You want to do Angie?"

"No, but a woman with an ass like that might be fun. What about you?" he tried to change the subject. He started laughing as he held his hands 6, then 7, then 8 inches apart. You couldn't get enough of that twenty-year-old with the big cock, could you?"

I blushed again. "He was twenty-one and you're right, that was one big cock."

In Harlem there were numerous clubs where black and white people intermingled. Brant and I were interested in intermingling, if ya' know what I mean.

We took a cab uptown. Hopefully, we'd take two cabs back to mid-town.

We'd quietly asked around and came up with a club that sounded perfect.

We went in together and found a table. It wasn't long before a man asked me to dance: a black man. You have to understand this club played stuff from the Big Band era. It was slow dancing; cheek-to-cheek dancing and we weren't the only interracial couple on the dance floor.

I enjoyed the dance and he led me back to the table where Brant was sitting. My chair was taken. Taken by a very attractive black woman. A waiter brought another chair. "Jan, this is Marletta; Marletta, my sister, Jan."

"I know why you people come up here, and we're all fine with that." She was interrupted by another black guy asking me to dance.

Brant and Marletta continued to chat.

When I came back, she addressed me again before I was asked to dance again. I wondered when Brant was going to meet some hot looking girl, unless he already had. I'm talking about Marletta.

After four more dances, Marletta looked at me, "like I was saying, I know why you come up here. Now, Jan, see the guy standing at the bar with the tan jacket on?"

I nodded.

"He's got what you're looking for."

"How do you know what I'm looking for? As for that man, he's kinda' cute, but I'm not sure he's my type."

"Oh, Desmond's your type all right. I know because I used to be married to him. He's got what you're looking for. I'll introduce you." She took me by the hand and dragged me over to Desmond.

"Des, this is my friend Jan. She came up here to meet a handsome guy, and I just know you'll be perfect for each other."

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