I grew up in Chicago on the south side. A pretty rough part of town full of gangs and violence. To keep me out of all that, my mom insisted I work h...rd through school. It worked since now at 18 I had been accepted into a special college in San Francisco, the SFC school for gifted writers. I was excited and so was my mom. She said she only knew one person out there. Her name was MS Carlson, the white lady mom used to house clean for. The two women had kept in touch, Christmas cards. As she typed, he began to gently relieve her shoulders, sweeping his fingers over the edges and interior, allowing his fingertips to dive into her skin lightly as he went. Tyra couldn't help but close her eyes and sink into the sensation. Cedric swept one hand up to her neck, stroking it softly, causing Tyra to glance back at him. As their eyes met, Tyra became a little flustered and in a panic blurted "Uh, maybe that is enough for today." I can just take off if I'm..." No!...uh, no...its not. When my hole relaxed and the pain subsided, he slowly pushed all the way in. With that, my best friend’s dad’s huge cock was inside me. I moaned loudly, and whispered, “Fuck me.”“Oh, I will,” he assured me as he began to pull back out. When the rim of his cock head reached the edge of my asshole, he thrust back in, moaning as he pushed his warm dick back inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled out again, starting to pick up a rhythm. As he began to fuck me slowly, we looked into each. And she intended to have some fun doing it. Their first ‘platonic’ meeting was to be at a pool and that would be his undoing. The day finally arrived after weeks of anticipation. She parked her car and found him waiting at the entrance, tall and handsome and enigmatic as ever. He always made her pulse race. They hugged and she held on longer than was strictly necessary, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her again. ‘I missed you,’ he said. ‘Let’s go inside.’ The pools were.