I felt like I should go back to my boyfriend's, but didn't feel like explaining how I came to be somewhere other than his bed. My only other option wa... to go back to my place, and make up some story tomorrow for him.Jeanie must have read my mind, because she said, "Wondering where to go now? The doctor doesn't want you to be alone. If you'd like, you could come over to my place." She looked so shy saying that, that I recalled the wistful expression on her face as I'd left. I guessed there. Polick laughed and said “hell she may just go for it. She’s into Black guys...it runs in the family” he said as he smiled and gave me a mischievous wink. As the night progressed, I openly flirted with Lisa (Polick’s mom) as we got drunk. We were taking shots of tequila and shamelessly grinding on each other as we danced on the dance floor. At one point I was behind Lisa with my hands cupping her fake tits and when I looked up I saw Polick in the corner of the dance floor making out with some. He grinned, "Look how excited that got Sara. Or embarrassed that got Dawn. I want to be open and sexual with all of you. How does that make you feel?"It made me feel great. I had done a lot of sexual things since I first had sex in grade 8. I decided not to give the triumphant 30 minute dissertation on how fun it was. All I could do was fire of a salute as a I sank to my knees. Sara wolf smiled as she pulled denim and cotton away from Matthew. I got to see what I was teasing."Worried," Gwen. "Please stop. You're hurting me.. aaaaahh! Please.. I'll do anything...!" I pleaded weakly to no avail. "Raymond continued pounding in and out of my ass. In and out, in and out. Then the strangest thing happened: because he was pressing my clit against the rough carpet, I got an unbelievable climax. Out of pure lust, I began to beg: "Please Raymond, fuck my little ass with your big cock. Please fuck me. Make me your whore. Fuck me in the ass, harder, harder." Oh, you want me to fuck you harder,.