The bitch caught me at the elevators. ‘Carson I’m so sorry! Please sugar, jus’ give me another chance!’ she said as she cried. I back-handed ...er hard enough to leave a mark. I saw my ring on her finger grabbed her hand and pulled my ring off. ‘There’s no fucking way you’re keeping this you slut.’ I growled at her. — That was five years ago. I learned my lesson, I never let another woman get close enough to hurt me again. Ever. I did end up getting that therapy I needed. It wasn’t long before I. After a minute, he then rubbed his dick on my pussy and slowly inserted it. He held both my hands tightly, and started going in and out, kissing my neck simultaneously. I love being fucked in the missionary position. We went on for more 45 minutes. I asked him to cum on my boobs. He quickly undid my shirt, unhooked my bra and came on my boobs. I wasn’t done yet. So he kissed me hard and started to finger me again. He hit my G spot and I went crazy. Within 20 minutes, I came harder than the last. That took a heck of a lot of guts for someone like me. I think my prick showed its appreciation just a bit too much through my trunks when we were chatting. She’s got an even more extensive tan now: our balcony is not really overlooked.She had tucked her arm through mine as we walked to the university. She doesn’t usually do that. We normally hold hands. She didn’t talk much either. She is normally such a chatterbox. Perhaps she was giving me a bit of head room – she knew how nervous I was. I. Not only that, this company was in some hick town where the bars were full of women missing teeth and needing showers. So this is the situation we find our hero in: lonely, slightly chafed and horny as fuck.It was Monday. J did not have to be at the theatre at all today. He had been out late with some of the cast and crew so he was sleeping in. It was noon or so and he had just woken up from a very graphic sexual fantasy and found himself the proud owner of a raging hard on. Having nothing.