Sometimes, when I am walking outside I will simply stare at the world around me. It is funny how we can live our whole life without ever really living... To simply exist. I sometimes wonder if I am truly meant to be something in this world. I always seem to look at things so much differently than everyone else. I smile when others are silent, I laugh when no one is around…I am different. When I am all alone I feel as though I am mere inches from some great truth that I am supposed to find and. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the lips, and that was enough to nearly drive me insane. I could feel myself getting wet, and I carefully picked her up. Not breaking our kissing, I sat down on the couch, with her on top of me. She didn’t protest. Her tongue traced the outside of my bottom lip, and she pressed down against me. I was getting wetter every second, and feeling her tits pressing into mine wasn’t exactly improving my self-control. I knew she could feel my nipples. I'm still not sure how I got the nerve to do this, but I slapped her face. Her eyes closed and she turned back to me and opened them. She liked it.... a lot! I slapped her again, and then again. My dick was super hard at this point. I was really getting turned on by this. (note: I am not encouraging anyone to do this without the other person consenting)I held her down by her shoulders and stuck my cock in her and started pumping her pussy hard. She was really wet, so much so that there was a. When dinner was finished and my companions had left the restaurant, I was approached by a handsome black man whose name was Thomas. He asked me if I would like to be accompanied to my car, to which I responded that would be very nice of him to do; because my own boss had forgotten my presence and had gone with another client... When at the car, Thomas leaned me against the side door and asked if it would be alright to join me inside for some friendly conversation to which I consented and we.