Okay, actually I wasn't the old me -- even the old me was an objectifying lust machine.I was the chick-flick version of me. The me that queues up the ...nding of The Fifth Element at least once a month and has a good cry. (Shut up. It's a beautiful moment.)But that version of me needed a few seconds to spin up to power, so I didn't know what to make of her yet. Into that void of indecision rushed an event that collided with destiny and forever altered its course.There at the coffee shop, I just. .uhhhh...yeah... that feels so fucking good...yeah... oh fuck...yeahhhh....fuck my ass..." All of this is almost too much for me. I can't resist fondling his balls and stroking him. After several minutes, Buck stops and looks over his shoulder at me. He grabs my arms and wraps them around his waist and pulls me into a standing position with my cock still deep inside him. These movements seem effortless on my part and I can feel the raw power of this strong young man. He giggles as I slide. I reminded him that he had to be up about 6:30 a.m. and on his way to his new job soon after. Ethan had had an eight a.m. class his last semester so he had gotten used to being an early riser compared to many other college students.Ginger and I sated ourselves sexually together with our threesome friends. We made their bed a sodden and smelly mess of wet spots from one side to the other, and from the foot to the headboard. Every possible combination and position in Kama Sutra was explored in. She then tied a scarf around my head to cover my eyes and left me there.A note had been left on the kitchen counter saying, “Scott, would you please join me for lunch by the pool! Love, Shannon.” I waited for what seemed like an hour on my tummy, my arms and legs stretched apart. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my exposed vulva. My juices from Melissa’s fist fucking were running down my inner thighs. I then heard a noise and assumed it was Scott coming outside to join me. When I heard.