As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, "You've got to make love to me this very moment!"My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am e...ther still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!" Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table.Afterwards she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her t-shirt still around her neck.Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, "What brought that on?"She explained, "The egg timer's. His thrusts became even quicker and then i felt a creamlike fluid seeping into my ass, he came into me without any warning atleast the drunk guy had the "decency" to cum outside of me. As soon as he was done he left and never cleaned our pool again. If this wasnt rape then i dont know what is.So yep, those were my first 2 sex experiences but i want to talk about my third one, the one which finally made me understand what the hype about sex was. I had been dating this coloured guy for about 2. Just then he reached his limit. He thought he screamed deep down inside, but the sound escaped his lips and vibrated around the deserted rest room as his cock erupted on a downward stroke. The stranger held firm as Chad impaled him through the wall, burying himself deep within his throat. Chad couldn't move as he unloaded what felt like quarts of himself. The stranger met his force with the same level of intensity, massaging up and down the length of Chad's cock with his inner cheeks and. She cooked, cleaned, kept the back yard neat, and grocery shopped. Come to find out, she was rapid-cycling bipolar and paranoid schizophrenic with psychotic episodes (official medical diagnoses). The only medications she took were not prescription. It was an interesting half-year, to say the least. She often reminded me of the Helen Reddy song, “Angie Baby”.About a month into her stay she met me at the door and said in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “I want your sperm.” .