I wonder how many times I’m going to start a journal entry with those words. I’m sure I’ve done it a dozen times already. But I can’t help it,...really. I can’t make love to a woman I don’t love. And I’ve looked at this a dozen ways. Do I just fall in love with any woman I make love to? But I love Desi and Beca and Brittany. I haven’t made love to them. I know, though, that I love them enough to make love to them. Not that I will, but the love is there.Joan is beautiful. She’s sexy and likes to. "Buchi, I have something to tell you," I began. "For my sorority initiation, I have to have sex with someone, and..." I hesitated. "Take a picture."I held my breath as I waited to see if he was going to be mad or what.'Oh, really? It's really true then?"He saw that I was confused."I heard something about a sorority that made their Pledges have sex, but didn't think it was true. Is that yours?"That simple question struck a nerve in me. It made me feel cheap, and he didn't even know. 'Perfect!' he thought as he saw Amy flat on her back, now completely naked. He raised the camera carefully, snapped several shots, and retreated back around the corner.He took two more series of shots, pausing a good minute or so between each series. Between all the shots he had a little bit of everything, more than enough for the little scheme that was forming in his mind.Satisfied, he crept back down the hall, retracing his steps. After several long minutes he reached the kitchen, where he. His width alone caused me to scream, stretching me to my widest. He continued to brutally jackhammer into me, forcing more of his spear into me. My eyes were bugging out of my head. He was splittling me. I was in agony. Tears welled from my eyes. If I hadn't been so well lubricated he would have ripped my vagina in two. He leaned back so he was sitting on his feet as he knelt. My breast bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts. He turned his abuse to them, squeezing, twisting, slapping.