I won’t be able to rest until I know I’ve been totally honest with you. And if you’re going to hate me or be mad, I’d rather know now than tom...rrow. Something happened that week.’ ‘Something or someone?’ he asked. ‘I guess more like someone,’ I whispered feeling like I had cheated. I wasn’t sure if being with Carolyn that week counted as cheating, as for the most part I had written off our relationship and was free to see whomever I wished. But I didn’t feel like Brent and I could move forward. He looked back into my eyes and wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I took this as an invitation to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I could feel his erection through his shorts which just made me even more excited. Smith started walking back to where our towels were while I kissed his neck and ears. Once we were back at our towels, he laid me down on my back and took off his shorts. His cock sprang right up. It was about 7 inches long and I knew I wanted it. …“Ryan thought to himself, as he began to thrust in and out of Marsha's velvet-like love canal. He'd only been inside her a minute, and his cock was already slick with pussy juice. Ryan grabbed Marsha's tits to balance himself and kept thrusting. Ryan began to notice that it didn't feel like he was going to pop so he started to pump faster and faster until finally he was tired. "Shit" Ryan thought to himself, he had to take a break. Marsha was having the time of her life. Her eyes were closed,. There were abandoned buildings and cars everywhere. The Black Garter seemed to be the only business on the block. I paid the fare and got out of the cab. I was greeted at the door by a shabbily dressed man who stunk of liquor. "Spare a nickel?" He asked in a drunken voice. I reached in my pocket and gave him a dime. I walked into the Black Garter and it seemed all eyes were upon me. I wandered through the smoke filled room and seated myself at the bar. "What can I get you?" The bartender asked..