‘Come on, I want to walk a bit more.’ We walked, and she held my hand again, and it felt good. She said ‘hey, you know what all this has been ab...ut?’ ‘Like, this afternoon?’ ‘Yes…’ ‘Do you want to tell me?’ ‘There’s this church thing I’ve got to go to tomorrow, and the minister will be droning on about this virginity pledge thing…’ I made to interject, but she stopped me… ‘… and saying about how Dan and me are these exemplary young people, and I wish I had the courage to stand up and say no. Your hips lift slightly and my fingers become removed from your wetness, I continue to suck on your clit and flick it with my tongue. Once more you push down onto my fingers and do so causing them to re enter you. Over and over this goes on all the time the heat and the wetness increasing and you writhing becoming more pronounced. Your legs shake and quiver as the movement from my tongue flicks across your clit. Your wetness increasing and the movement from your hips cause’s my fingers to come. The horse, needing to mount something, jumps on top of the bed with his front feet, and now I’m impaled upon his goliath cock, my stretched pussy slowly sliding down him, finally hitting his base. His head is already touching my opened cervix, and he isn’t even very hard yet. His dick keeps inflating, getting both wider and longer, and I’m lifted into the air again as his dick meets the weakened wall of my cervix. He starts humping in earnest now, launching me into the air, sliding several. He knew only that he had to get away from the influence of Roger's voice. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that.