Slowly, she stripped naked and got into bed with me. She always had a gorgeous body, with soccer legs and a great ass. She was about 5’4′ with haz...l eyes, compared to my 5’8′ or 5’9′, dark hair, and gray eyes. She still hadn’t spoken, but simply stared into my eyes with a combo of lust and love. I smiled at her and kissed her, softly but firmly. Slowly, I rolled on top of her and started kissing down her neck. She moaned softly and arched her back, as I hit her sweet spot, on the side of her. ’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you ARE with me.’ ‘I DO.’ pounds a fist against the wall. ‘Stop yelling!. I told him about Victor. I told him about Cynthia. I told him aboutPeter. Initially I hesitated in naming him, since the two of them workedtogether. But then I remembered that Peter had told me to be my trueself. And my true self would be open and honest and proud, and thereforeI would hold nothing back, physically or spiritually. If he was offendedby my newfound sexuality (perhaps to some better described aspromiscuity) he showed no signs of it at all. Quite the opposite. Hewas. She molded her body to mine and pulled my head down into a kiss as she let her hands wander down over my butt. I did the same to her, letting my hands rub over the top of her pajamas at first. Once the kiss got pretty heated, I let my hands slide inside her pajamas pants. She really started kissing now and rubbing my butt. I had let my hand travel up under her top to rub on her back as she was starting to grind her pussy into my dick.She must have cum.One second she was trying to mold my butt.