Then I knew. I was just a badly needed release valve, nothing more. Couldn't really blame her, or any woman of such seething passion. But I got pissed... then angry, not at her, or her boyfriend, or myself...but who?God...motherfucker...who else. When I pray, I don't seek a mental vision, I just know he listens...I ask for what I want, kneeling. Before I finish, I know it's done, and the name of Jesus seals the deal. Don't ask how I know. Hell I don't know shit. I do know that I've done this. She twisted, thinking to outwit him, but he moved with her easily, and nothing changed noticeably. He had his fingers inside her for some reason, but he was not going to keep going as he had been; that much was clear. Nor was he going to let her take any action to get herself off. Again, she wondered what he had in mind, what he was trying to do.She felt him shift on the bed, and his fingers moved a little inside her. He drew them out and then slid three inside where there had been two. The. “Fuck—fuck--fuck--” the chanting continued. I fucked my bro like a banshee, hitting his ass with all I had. Dustin was now screaming “breed me bro—breed my punk hole” Gawd he was turning me on. I grabbed him by the throat, and squeezing him hard, cutting off his air till his face started turning blue. His hole tightened it's grip on my thick cock head. I knew I had him . As I squeezed his throat tighter, his hole got tighter, and he now was buckin back on my thrust into his guts as he fought. I anxesioly awaited her reply that night and for the next couple of days watching to see if she was online before she replyed to me , she wasn't sure at first if I was for real but I assure her it was true that I was comeing north and wanted to met her and for us to get to know each other better for who we are inside , and by this piont in time I was only 2 days away from my delevery in her city the miles and the hours of driving didn't seem to pass quick enough for me but I finnaly arived and.