We made out pretty heavy and it was so exciting.Then I then met another much younger girl (she was nineteen, I was thirty-eight). She lived real close... We met several times, and in addition to making out she also gave me some of the best blow jobs I ever had while sitting in my truck. But eventually, over concerns of too many underage kids in chat rooms, chat rooms dried up and went away. I lived a very conservative life style. I could not meet people in real life that I could fool around with.. The only man living in the building lived in the lower South corner. None of the girls knew his name, only that he worked overnights and slept all day. They did their collective best to not bother him and he gave them all the same respect.Moira didn't attend any classes. Instead, she worked days at a local shop, usually home in time for tea. Like most of the building's residents, she kept mainly to herself, but gave a friendly 'hello' to the other residents when they might meet. She didn't. ”“Then why are you giving her the bad eye? Matter of fact, why are you in here? Are you washing your clothes or drying them?”“Just chillin, that’s all.”“Maybe you should chill somewhere else, or should I call the cops?”“Hey, fuck you asshole! I got a right to be here. Same as you.”Viking pulled out his cell phone and said “Not if you aren’t doing laundry, you don’t. Maybe I should call the cops. Wait while I tell them about you selling hot stuff.”“Hey, chill out M’man. I’m leavin.”“Yeah. OK.”. Suddenly it became clear to me what he intended to do when his penile head poked my now up turned butt. Before I could protest, Larry had sunk the head of his man hood into my bottom, I let out a yelp as he forced half his penis into wet bottom. My eyes opened to see Larry began to pump the rest of his man hood deep into my rectum. Larry began to piston in and out of me with great urgency and abandonment, I started to protest when suddenly Larry stuck some poppers under my nose. I suddenly.