I started to pump my shaft fast and hard inside her, her juices and lubricant dripping onto the sheets below us, sweat forming on her back and face an... her moaning became louder and myself being very close to exploding in her. I then reached up and held her by the shoulder, pulling her hair back, reaching over and squeezing her breasts. The tension had built up and it was time to release. With one of the most hardest thrust I went in deep and stayed there as she screamed making me shoot my load. I don’t smoke outside all that often, so I set out to roll a J and smoke in the rain. I feel as though the alcohol’s given me courage to tell Ethan to fuck off if shit gets crazy, so I head downstairs. When I reach the bottom step, Ethan looks over his shoulder and back to the TV. “What’s up?” He asks. “Not a damn thing. Drinkin a little. Gonna smoke a little,” I reply and plop on the couch. I grab the wooden box on the coffee table and take out my bag of weed and the papers. “Rolling a. " She began to tell me about how she and her mother had just moved to town and that she was having trouble making friends. She continued to address me as father, but I did not bother to correct her again. Her situation sounded normal, but then she continued and mentioned that living with so many black people was really causing her problems. I asked her how and she said that she had begun fantasizing about having sex with the black men and boys that she saw in the community. I told her that this. ?You can get it now if you want.?Fifteen minutes later I pulled my car up to a curb that was probably 500 yards from her apartment. I didn’t want anyone in the building to recognize my car. I put on the beard and wig and checked myself out in the rearview mirror. I didn’t look particularly convincing, but it was 10:00pm and dark. Besides, the disguise was just to prevent neighbors from identifying me. She lived in a fairly big complex, and chances where someone would see me at some point. This.