I’d like to share my true interracial experience, which didn’t affect me directly but my wife when she was a student around twenty-five years ago in the mid-90s, two years before we met.While she was twenty and studying at university, she spent a year working at a placement with a large multi-national company near London. She hadn’t been there long when she was invited to a Halloween fancy dress party by one of her workmates, so she decided to go along as a sexy Ataşehir Escort Halloween cat, with a cat ears headband, pencilled on whiskers, feline eye makeup, black leggings, a black body and a sexy cat collar. Luckily for me, she has some photos of the evening and she looked stunning – she is a pretty, white, petite 5’ 4” size 8 brunette, but twenty-five years ago she was an even slimmer size six with a washboard, six-pack Ataşehir Escort Bayan stomach, cute little A cup titties with hard nipples and a fantastic small but shapely arse. She also looked younger than twenty and could easily have passed for sixteen or seventeen.She wasn’t particularly sexually experienced, she had only ever slept with one guy, her long-term university boyfriend who she had split up with a few months Escort Ataşehir previously. She also was quite shy and was a bit nervous on the night as she didn’t know many people, so she got stuck into the alcohol for a bit of Dutch courage.During the evening she got chatting to a very dark-skinned Indian guy around five years older than her and it turned out he was a full-time employee at the company where she had her placement. It later turned out that every year he and a group of his mates would target the new young female interns to see which of them could get a fuck and on this particular night he lucked in.Anyway, the more she drank, the flirtier the conversation became until after a few hours he suggested they go back to his place and she readily agreed.