Whatever…, she said and laughed.By the way, call me Rohit, I said.Thank you Rohit, and you are already calling me Sandy, so it’s ok, she said.Ya, ...andy is a good name for a tomboy, I said.Rohiiiit… She said fake pleadingly and slapped my arm.The first contact from her, good, I noted. The ice is melting.Don’t take the sugar thing otherwise, you are in great shape, I complimented her while scanning her body from ear, nose, neck downwards. She caught my look, became shy, looked down and smiled,. ‘I love you, Jesus!’ she cried. ‘Fuck me, Jesus! Fuck me!’ It certainly wasn’t Jesus, as far as Purity could see who was entering her vagina, nor was it Jesus who was thrusting simultaneously hard at her anus. It was like entering the cold waters of a swimming pool, Purity decided. It’s better to dive straight in, rather than to wait for gradual acclimatisation. With that thought she lay herself on top of the large black woman, putting a hand in her crotch where a penis was thrusting in and out. At first, his strokes were agonizingly slow and methodical. It was almost like he was savoring the feel of me around him, and maybe that’s exactly what he was doing. To a certain extent, I was doing the exact same thing.I traced my fingers lightly up and down his back marveling at the way his muscles bunched and flexed as he moved over me and inside of me. Then I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair scratching his head a bit while I did. He moaned a bit and stopped moving so he could. I loved these snags. He threw back his head and laughed out loud, “God, darn it, Trixy, I had better get you to a priest fast before you wake up and realise your folly in loving me.”“May I never wake then, my love. It is a folly I’m content with,” I happily told him. I watched as his desire and his love for me blazed in his eyes. No, I couldn’t ask for more than him. I wanted no other man to be the father of my children, in my bed, or by my side.He went to say something but was startled when.