I was playing mahjong with my three Chinese girlfriends the other day and you know how much we like to gossip--the entire point of playing mahjong was to gossip--well, anyway, one of my girlfriends works in real estate and she told us that she recently rented an apartment to a couple, a young Chinese wife and an older white man.  At first she though they were just regular folks, but it turned out they were highly educated.  The Chinese wife has a Ph. D. in math from NYU, and the white husband is a math professor at NYU, and she was chitchatting with them because they were becoming very good friends, or at least pretending to, that's what real estate agents do, and the topic turned to relationships, and, to my friend's utter humiliation, the professor, who was balding, had a very big belly and in his 60s, very cockily pointed at his Chinese wife, who is still in her 20s, and said "Stephanie Fang isn't the first Chinese student I have had sex with me.  Half of the Chinese female students in our department sleep with their professors.  Every year at least one Chinese Ph.D, student ends up marry her thesis advisor.  It's safe to assume, at NYU at least, when a Chinese girl walks into my office, she will want to suck my dick.   They don't know it, but their lust for white cocks is written all over their cute little faces. "  His wife just remained in silent acquiescence so to keep the conversation going she asked him is it the same the other colleges, and the professor replied: "It's even more so at the Ivy Leagues."  And as he was saying it, he was holding his Chinese wife in his arm and caressing her body up and down, and he told the stories about his colleagues at Columbia who went on lecture tours in Shanghai and was overwhelmed by over eager Chinese female students who wanted to have sex with him.  

And he went on to tell her about his own romantic encounter with Stephanie Fang.  He told her that when Stephanie was in his class, "everyday she came to class wearing very tight revealing clothes, miniskirt, high heels and strapless top; she looked like she was going to the prom, and she came to every office hour and even stayed after until everyone left.  She was very studious; she worked very hard to get an A in my class, isn't that right sweetheart?"  As he was telling my friend their love story, he was also fondling his Chinese wife, groping her ass and breasts.  She wore a short skirt and he had his hand under her skirt behind her back.  And because his wife wasn't saying anything he turned to her, all the while still groping her, and asked her "Don't you agree, my Chinese piggy?  You love big White cock, don't you?  Yes you do!  Yes you do!  Who's good piggy?"  At this point my friend was just standing there and grinning out of awkwardness.  After she left, she stood by the door of their apartment for a while and listened to them having sex.  

Then after she told her story at the mahjong table, she added: "And that night I came back to my husband, and told him what I encountered, and he told me it was so hot and we had the great sex that night.  My husband told me he want to meet Stephanie Fang and arrange for a double date, but I felt it was too much"  All three of my Chinese girlfriends just laughed and smiled to their heart' content.  They were all married to White men.  It's only me that have to endure the sexless, loveless life of marriage to a rice dick.