Slamming me down on his cock, I put my feet on the bed and moved with him. After a few moments, he opened his legs wide,grabbed my shoulders and pulle... me down. My upper body laid on top of his, he put his arms around my back and squeezed me tightly. My tits pressed against his chest as he began fast upward thrusts."Oh my God,." I screamed as his cock moved up and down like a piston.Our skin was slapping loudly, the bed moved across the floor. With every upward thrust, his cock slammed into the. At least itwasn't my fault this time, but I was still saddened by the fact thateverything seemed to her to be someone else's fault all the time."I can't deal with this right now," she said and the phone went dead.I stood there looking at the receiver in my hand. Were we just cut off orhad I just been excommunicated?Despite mum's apparent lack of understanding, I thought the phone callwent quite well. I wasn't expecting her to be rational. It was easy forme to understand, but for someone who. The party reaction was to hug and kiss anyone in sight, friends, strangers, guys, girls, the police, the ambos, anyone... and enjoy it! Some of the kisses and hugs became a bit more friendly, had to stop the odd grope at times, but was all in a good fun spirit.Then it happened! I was in the arms of this stranger, his arms around me, the kiss lingered, and then our mouths melded as our bodies came close. It felt sooooooooooooooo good. My breasts pressed against his chest, my pelvis against his,. Alright, sweetie. Here goes.”-1-“Sex is what it boiled down to,” I started after a brief pause.Sex with Trent was just so boring and lame. I mean, he was a little-dicked, timid white guy. He was not a big, aggressive bull – like TJ or all the other blacks I had slept with while married. After a few years, I started wondering if this was how sex was going to be, if this was how it was supposed to be – bland, boring, infrequent, and no orgasms. Luckily for me, my sister - a buxom, wild.