"Shit," I whimper, and Ethan tries to adjust himself, making room for me to get comfortable. I get my knees lower, and he slides in deeper, both of us...moaning. We have such amazing sexual chemistry, it's ridiculous. Every time he's inside me -even though it can hurt- I feel better somehow. We know what the other person wants and we're always eager to give it. What started out as just sex evolved into something...better. We're connecting on a higher level than just physical gratification; we get. Next saterday my turn for coffee ly had been flirting with me all night Ian just said you two going up stairs then I,just watch the telly we both got up I let lyn lead the way watching her Jean clad bum climbthe stairs she was breathing heavy her body exposing her eagerness for my touch Once in my small bedroom I stood close behind her kissing her neck her head came back she gasped as her bum felt my hard cock. Pressing against her , my slid under her t shirt on to her breasts her nipples were. Yeah, my life was okay. Moving to Canada presents some unique problems and opportunities. I guess like the rest of you I’m somewhat afraid of the unknown. Well, I don’t leave the city of Brockton for another couple of weeks so until it’s time to go, I’m going to have a blast. I’m saying goodbye to all the people and places I will miss in my own way. I’m going to miss my good friend John D. a fifty-something Black man from the Republic of Cameroon. He’s a really nice man who’s been a mentor and. I shouldn't be in his bedroom. I was told to wait in the front room until he got here. I continue. Knowing I should stop, I can't, even at the risk of getting caught in his room.Getting caught would not be a good thing. I'm his friend and co-worker. He trusts me. To find me in violation of that trust, invading his private space would end our friendship and put a strain on our working relationship. If he tells my husband, things are really going to be a mess.I hear him moving around in the.