I pulled her to one side, and briefly my cock slid from her pussy, but once I'd pinned her to the bed I thrust back inside her. I lifted her feet over...my shoulders so that now my face was directly above hers. I held her hands out by her side so that she was prostrate, opening her up to my thrusting hips.The room was filled with the sounds of frantic sex. The bed creaked, Rachel's head was buffeting the padded headboard, there was the sound of my cock impacting her wet pussy, and then there was. Throughout the day they alternated between sleeping and fucking.That night she had taken him in her Ass and both were enjoying this variation. At one point he had told her "Mom" I love you. Oh honey she said please call me Lucy. OK, but how come? It just does'nt seem right for you to call me Mom while you are fucking my Ass.LaterFriday afternoon two of Troy's friends came home with him after school. Ross and Tamala had been his friends since 8th grade. Ross was a young Black kid, 18 tall he was. So she'd used it and told herself that friends didn't matter. Love didn't exist. She was alone and happiness only came at the expense of others."I'll never let anyone hurt you," Robert whispered, misinterpreting the dark confusion passing over Pauline's face. "I'll protect you, Pauline. I promise." Oh, Robert..." she sighed and more than any others, those were the words Pauline had spent a lifetime needing to hear.Pauline spread her legs, unlocking her ankles and moving her thighs apart as. I’m not in denial. I accept myself for who and what I am. It’s hard for me to reconcile my sexual identity with my faith and cultural identity. Being bisexual and a Haitian man who’s also a Roman Catholic don’t seem to go together. That’s why I’m celibate. I don’t need any relationship-related drama to mess up my life. Right now, I focus on playing Soccer and going to school. I thought about sharing my secret with James since he was such a cool guy. But I thought better of it. Many people say.