Jerry lifted me up as if we had just got married and we were crossing the threshold, instead of taking me to their car we walked into my house and up ...he stairs into my bedroom.“Well my married white slut, we are going to do it here where you fuck your wimpy small cocked husband, cover you in cum, inside outside over your wedding dress, you’ll never have seen so much black seed..” Which was true as I had only seen, felt, tasted his and Sam’s before.“No, we cant do it here!" but my mouth opened. "Fucking hell... What a bitch," I muttered under my breath.Not for nothing, but that isn't my style. To cheat? I have been cheatedon, and the way that it makes you feel like nothing. Literally. It alsomakes you feel like shit. As if you are not good enough for the person.Then comes the self-doubt. Did I do something wrong to make them cheat?It's a vicious cycle.Anyway, Kara told Chrissy that I was out with my friend Maddy -which wastrue- and that we went to a bar and I was making out with. But there was a hell of a lot of cleavage on display. Abby claimed she'd keep going, but he let her off the hook. That day as Abby slid by me, slowly, she casually reached back and touched my bulge. Saying nothing she went on her way. That day I barely made it through English without cumming in my pants.This leads to the beginning of the best holiday break ever. It was now late December. The days would be dark early and of course it was cold outside. So when I knocked on Rachel's door to. . He started stroking his dick to make it hard and fingered my ass, with his four fingers, I was moaning and longing for his dick. I was thriving for it and he asked me to beg for it like slut.I slept with my legs up and spread apart and my asshole was opening and closing simultaneously, he pulled me spat on my hole and pushed his dick hard, I yelled and felt in seven heaven. I could see his hair dense on his chest and felt his dick started moving in and out my hole with full thrust. He started.