I came right then, sitting on my chair, staring at the words on the laptop, thinking of him holding me on his lap, struggling and him slapping my bare...ass. I had no idea why I was so turned on by it and it bothered me a bit. I’m sure Mom would not approve of my virtual sex online with men probably old enough to be my grandfather or my morbid fascination with the constant images of graphic sex that I explored. Perhaps before we moved to Portland, she would have made it a habit to go. " Hang on a minute, just let me reach this. Here use this, shove it inside." What?" Put it in your pussy." No!" Come on, it's only a coke bottle. Come on slide it up inside. No not like that, base first, after all I just had my hand in there so it should fit." No! I didn't have your elephant's trunk in my ass then did I?" No but you had my fist in there didn't you." Fuckin shit. OK. But put some lube on it first."I just relaxed, cock deep in her ass and used my hands to spread her delectable. When she did this, she could see that the light of the second line was burning. Probably her dad that was making a call. For just a moment she thought about listening in on the conversation, but then she thought about the promise she had made to herself and just put the phone away and walked back to her room.In her room, she pulled out the paper that she had gotten from her geography teacher and went sitting at her PC again, to search for the information about those stones that she had to find. ’ She was an African woman with long black hair and a face and body that would give supermodel Tyra Banks a run for her money in the looks department. She was of medium height, with shapely legs and a firm bottom. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark aureolae and large nipples. Her skin was soft and smooth, the color of rich chocolate. Amber opened the door and let her in, giving her a quick hug. ‘Heya girl! Come on in.’ The two women walked into the kitchen ‘Want some orange juice?’.