You may find yourself shaking your head in disgust over a chapter or you may find yourself in tears feeling the emotion as well as the hurt and despai... I type with to you. I pull no punches or whitewash over any event in my life as I write.For I write the only way I know and that is from my heart. The emotions I feel when I write I try to have you experience as well. I do this not because I want you to feel my anguish, the pain, the hurt someone or I face in my story. I do it because you must. “Col had nothing to do with it – it was an accident! I just felt ill and fainted.”My mother sat on the side of the bed, opposite Col. She looked at Col’s hand holding mine and then picked up my other one. “It’s all right, Will, rest easy. I just want to try and work out why you fainted all of a sudden.”She looked across at Col. “Can you tell me what you were doing when this happened?”Col looked at me and then back at my mother. “We’d had tea and were sitting reading when the news came on that. I mean just sex. Nothing else. No strings attached. No dinners or anything like that.” Jason was still uneasy, but said “Well. When you put it that way, I guess if my ex said she just wanted sex, things might be different, because she wouldn’t be doing it behind my back.”Kelly said “See babe! You have someone that agrees with you. So I have a question for both of you. Babe. If I had sex with Jason, do you promise you won’t get all jealous and let us do whatever we want? And Jason. If. I quickly went to the bedroom and put on my sexiest undies and returned to the lounge, I invited him to the bedroom when I lay on bed he virtually ripped my panties off then drove his cock deep inside me, let's see what a Nancy boy’s cunt can do for me, by now I was aware he was sex crazed and sex starved, it didn’t make a difference my fuckhole needed a cock. Mike just rammed his cock inside me with a rampant gyration, while he fucked me he called names like faggot, cum slut, fucking whore,.