She started grunting and thenmoaning “Ooh yeah I love your cock up my ass, fuck myass with that horse cock.”That got me humping up as fast...and hard as I could herhuge hips wobbled with every trust and she held her titsin check. I pushed her off then back onto the sofa withher big ass facing me, I was on her in a flash rammingmy cock back up her ass.“YEEESSS!! Ooh fuck YEESSS!!” she screamed as I poundedinto her. Her whole back and ass shuck with the forcedriving me on,. Part of me felt bad for Theodore. Someone had killed the only child he had raised. Having the full range of emotions to match the memories of raising her, a tear escaped me and fell on her face.Part of me, the part that felt responsible for what was going on and not having done something sooner, wanted to pull her back from death. The emotions of Theodore's memories agreed with the impulse. Something else, something dark and otherworldly suggested that doing so would be bad.Calming myself, I. I have masturbated thinking about that hundreds of times. Anyway, one Saturday night, it all came to a halt. I was having sex with Lenny in missionary position. Then all the sudden, Carl came in his bedroom, and caught us. "What the fuck are you two doing?" Carl wanted to know. We both looked over at him, but only one of us knew why he was looked so pissed off. "So, you are with him now?" Carl wondered. Of course Lenny thought that was weird. "What do mean, 'with him now'?" Lenny pondered.. The only time I would venture out to Staten Island was to visit one of the shitty beaches. The beaches there were desperately small and lacking good spots to get decent snacks like in Coney Island or Rockaway, but they were populated by hordes of nubile teenaged girls with almost virginal attitudes about life and love and lust in the sand. That summer of my eighteenth year I formed the opinion that the Staten Island females were secretly all virgins and they generally didn’t get their cherry.