We found out that she has a fetish of being controlled or raped, and mine has always been a watersports thing. "Watersports?, You mean like waters...iing naked or something?" she asked. "No, watersports as in like having some sexual act with piss being involved" "Oh, I've never thought of that before, it could be fun, we should do that someday" The night passed on and each of us gradually passed out. In general, people dont normally remember anything that was said after a night of. Now, the most action I get is surveying basketball on t.v., seeing counter-level objects up close and personal, limited from entering places that don’t provide a ramp.After what happened I was bitter, seeing everyone else go about their uninterrupted days as I sat daydreaming about taking a walk across town. The worst part was that I wasn’t alone.When I woke up after what I now deem ‘The Crash’ -learning my life would never be the same- my girlfriend of eight months was beside me, her eyes so. Home is also where the sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump their legs. After she danced and flirted with the men, at home in bed, I would whisper to her, "Do you want to fuck him? Can I watch?" The turning point was at a party where everyone went skinny dipping. At that party Carol slow danced naked in the pool with a friend of ours, Mark, who rubbed his prick all over. She hadn’t seen the stranger out the window, and was trying even harder to get me inside her, so I let go of her hips, and moved my hands up to her tits, to cup and push them together, while rolling her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs.At the same time as I moved my hands, my cock slipped under her at just the right moment for her to slam back down onto it, and it rammed all the way into her sopping wet pussy in one long stoke, which along with the sudden assault on her nipples made.