On that note, giving or receiving was immaterial to me and I was totally versatile.When I finally left home and settled into my own place, it was a bl...ssing, I very shortly found my personal heaven. It was a truck stop about five miles out of town. I had chanced upon it by accident one day and thereafter, it became the mainstay of my sex life. Big, smelly, ultra-masculine guys were like magnets to me and the truck stop fulfilled all those needs. I fucked and got fucked regularly, happily. It worked fine but the video card bit the big one. As soon as I get the second stimulus check I’ll be buying a new card. OMWPTwo generations of Flintkote women were standing on the foredeck of the Sailing VesselBasilisk. The lump they were looking at had come as deck cargo from Dunedin, New Zealand by way of the Tazman Sea to Gold Coast, Australia.Surprise Me Flintkote had had the Basilisk rebuilt in Gold Coast and shipped by ‘saltie’(ocean going freighter) to Pentwater, Michigan while she and. I mean we were both black but we both loved the old stuff.Our relationship was slow and hesitant at first as we took the time to get to know one another and we quickly developed strong feelings for one another. The sex was out of this world I mean come on, have you ever fucked a woman that could put both feet behind her head and scream fuck me till it hurts. Well until you do you can not understand what I mean. She gave herself fully to me holding nothing back. We always used condoms and she. She watched me intently as she ate, studying me over the chewed rim of her breakfast. When she broke the yoke, it spilled over both sides of her roll, dribbling down her chin onto her chest, and down her forearm on the other side. She methodically traced the line of yoke on her breast with her index finger, then slowly brought it to her mouth, sucking her finger clean. When she finished with her décolletage, she proceeded to lick the runny yoke from the back of her other hand, and followed the.