Her head tilted down cheek almost, just brushing his bare torso. she had puled the sheet around her shoulders in readiness for the next seen but there...was time. 9 minutes now. “how are the nerves” his voice deep and scratched. she looked up close to his face now. the sounds of the play behind them fade into silences. nose slightly to the side, like they fit. sparks jumped between there lips, electric blue running up and down them and dissipating into there bodies as he leaned in. there lips. Ido not like to drink, but I love naked pussy. At 41 Istill got carded a lot since I still look like I am inmy twenties.Anyway I was driving back late that Sunday. It wasaround 11:30 PM and I still had an hour or an hour anda half to go. When I saw a young women in her lateteens or early twenties hitch-hiking. I thought I coulduse the company to help keep me awake. I pulled over tolet her in.I asked her, “Where you going?”“Farmington.”“So am I, hop in.”She. Respect. Love. Money. Sex. And I don't care who knows it.When I met Jackson Hall during my freshman year at Winston College in Boston, Massachusetts, we didn't look like we'd mesh. Hell, we didn't look like we'd hook up either. I was the heavyset young woman whom Winston College practically drafted onto its women's varsity rugby team. He was the six-foot-tall, good-looking, muscular and totally sexy black stud who played baseball for Winston College and was absolutely worshiped by sexy black. Tell me, did you like beingfucked by Sue?" she asked."How do you know all this?" I asked, my tears now gone."They did it to me last year," she said softly."I liked the oral sex," I said, just as softly."Do you like wearing women's clothes?" she asked."No, it doesn't really do anything for me," I replied."Did you like the anal sex? I assume Sue fucked you hard enough thatyou couldn't stand up later?" she quizzed."It was exciting at the time, but I don't know that I'd like to be abottom.