.g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur....Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing,I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned w...at so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my white lover. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different."I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than. Pushing my way inside, I stabilised the tray and deposited it on a table just inside the door, twisting to pull the door shut and lock it.As I turned back, I gasped as Alistair (who I expected to still be in bed, snoring peacefully) grabbed my arms, pulling me to him, crushing me into his embrace. And suddenly, his hands were in my hair, his lips bruising mine, his tongue in my mouth, and I was breathless in surprise. I could feel passion radiating off him in waves, and it was all I could do to. As my mother used to say, it's all in the attitude, and mine has never been very good. As a kid, I was always the smallest boy in class. I topped out about 5'6", and somewhere around 110 lbs. To keep the other kids (including the girls) from picking on me, I got mean. I was ready to fight at any time, for any reason, or even no reason.After high school, I joined the Marines. I did pretty well, but ended getting kicked out because of my bad attitude. I tried marriage once, but that didn't last. " That will be real soon, Marcie," Kyle warned.Seconds later, he fired a blast of hot jism into her throat. Marcie did as she was told, swallowing rapidly as Kyle unleashed his first load of the day. When it subsided, Marcie took as much of him into her mouth as she could and then pulled off with even more suction. As she did that, her whole body trembled.She looked at Kyle. "Was that okay? Did I do it right." You did very well, Marcie, and yes that was very much okay. Thank you."Marcie had a.