Then I turned the final bend and saw the gate at the top. At least Icould get back to my car; lock myself in; try and drive out of there;get help.But ...hen I pushed against the gate it wouldn?t open.There was a catch, not a lock, on this side, but no matter how manytimes I hammered on it, the gate wouldn?t budge.?Please!? I cried. ?Please!?I banged it with my fist, forcing what little weight I had against it topush it back but it didn?t budge.Tears welled into my eyes but I swiped angrily at. If we had been out of the water her knee knocking against mine would have sounded like machine gun fire.I placed my hand on her knee and gave it a brief squeeze."Don't be scared", I said as soothingly as I could despite my rising excitement. "You asked whether I like women like you and I told you I'd prove it to you. You have to trust me though." I'm sorry", Sara finally managed to squeak out."Nothing to be sorry about", I reassured her. "You don't know me from Adam. I just want you to relax.. While they were waiting for the bus, Cindy asked again about the black man at the bath house, and how big he was. Timothy held his hands about twelve inches apart, and then used both thumbs and index fingers to describe the girth of the massive black cock that had emptied itself onto his rectum."Wow", Cindy said in awe, as she stared admiringly at Timothy."When Mr. Oliver and I returned the next weekend, there were at least eight or nine black guys", Timothy said."And did they, uh, fuck you?",. I noticed then that you weren't wearing any panties. It made my cock jump with excitement. You slid into the car and moved over so I could get in. My two friends got into the front seats. We started down the road, when you and I started kissing and putting our hands all over each other. Your hands moved down to feel my throbbing cock through my pants. I could see your eyes widen with excitement. Without words your eyes told me you wanted it, and wanted it right now. You took my hand and slid it.