He spat on me, and ordered me to surrender. I refused. He pressed his foot harder on me. I gasped, and finally surrendered. Yes, I admit it. Men are s...ronger than women. And they’re also smarter. Women’s ability to manipulate men doesn’t hold water. Women’s ability to misuse the system and turn it against men doesn’t do jack to spike our naturally lower IQ points. It didn’t matter if we rendered colleges unfriendly to men and reduced the number of male college students. It didn’t matter if we. After a nearly a minute, we both come for air. "I'm sorry Debbie," I blush. "I don't know what came over me..." "Oh Sam it's fine. I wanted this; you're a good kisser by the way," she replies, smiling. I blush but smile meekly back. "Would you like to try again?" she asks. I simply nod before slowly leaning in, Deb meeting me in the middle. Our kiss slowly develops, slower but more passionate. As we kiss, Deb wraps her arms softly around me and gently pulls me in. As we finally part, we're both. Her hair had a brunette color and it was feathered and fluffed up like some kind of 80s style haircut. She had on these tight spandex pants and wore a sexy white tube top that showed off her tight tummy. I told her later that her outfit looked a little like Olivia Newton John in the movie Grease. “I can’t believe you forgot to pick me up, you jerk. And you didn’t hear your cell phone ringing. I called you a dozen times?” she had her high heels in her hands and had walked barefoot at least part. Khadija came forward and put the bowl on the side table. She had her hands folded in front of her and her gaze was down at my cock. She went down and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking it slowly as she thanked Irene with a smile. Irene then towered over me and I could see her pussy which was wet now and her juice dropped on my chin. She then sprayed the whipped cream on her pussy. I held out my tongue and with its tip, I licked the cream till her pussy was clean again. Then I held.