I could see a change in her demeanor. The stupid girl had seemed to realize that, even if she tried to back out now, she was stuck. My cock throbbed w...tching her beautiful body – less one hundred pounds of virgin, teen flesh - saunter to the bed.I followed and positioned her in the very center of the bed. Leaning down, I kissed her and at the same time ran my right hand slowly up the inside of her right thigh. Our tongues were again dancing against each other. Her kisses were more eager, more. Luckily, I was wrong. He saw me as infinitely talented, grounded, inspired, and beautiful and he felt the pull of my African centered consciousness and saw my ability to free the descendents of slaves from our mental and psychological bondage with my words.We vibrated on the same level in so many ways. While not identical in our every thought, we shared similar master numerological energies, spiritual outlooks, and interests. There was something very holistic and organic about what we shared. We were like this for moments that seemed eternal, until we got attached to it; sweat, fluids, sand, sun, the smell of salt; his penis in me.With my hands spreading my buttocks, his on my waist, his knees bent and his legs dropping like two strong columns at my sides, he began the pump.Without distinguishing between pain and pleasure, his penetration was deepening.It scratched his throat like the b**st he wanted to represent; I moaned high-pitched, snorted to adjust the fibers of my. “Then pull up the sheet.” She raised her hips and pulled the bottom of the nightgown up to her waist.When Sam pulled the sheet up, Deborah sat up and pulled her nightgown up to bunch under her armpits. She clasped the sheet with a few fingers of each hand and sank back to the feathers.She thought Sam might be laughing at her silently, but he kissed her. His beard was still ticklish, and she wondered that she had ever thought that pleasant. His hand was cold on her bare belly. Then it stroked up.