Which was real: the person I had seemed to be all my life, who excelled at school and work, or the person I was with Brad? The only indicator was that...I remained passive. One evening though, half hysterically, I did confront Brad. We were in his suite at the Meridian in Boston. I was half dressed. He was bending over his laptop. His back toward me, attaching the cable from his digital camera, with which he had just taken several pictures of me with my hand up my cunt–something which I frankly. Couldnt stop laughing, my dick then went right into my girlfriends pussy. just in and then i took it out to put the taste of her pussy and my dick slipping down her throught goin in and out numerous times and all yew could her was the sound of her mouth clashed wit my dick. the noise was abit to loud so i just put itback into her pussy a fucked that pussy for awhile, and then claimed that i had finished and also tired ,sleeptime is it, she replied "YES". i waited abitthen she was a dead to the. ‘I have trouble sleeping. Have had for a long time. It takes me a little while but once I get moving I look better. These flowers are beautiful though, thank you.’ Grant sat on the sofa and waited for her return as she put the flowers in water. He pondered whether she had a sleeping disorder. Maybe she was an insomniac. He thought smugly, ‘I could tire her out.’ He immediately put that thought away. He reminded himself that she wasn’t one of those girls, she was definitely something more. Mary. I took my cock in hand and slid its head between her swampy wet lips - sliding it up an down between them for a few seconds before positioning it at the entrance to her tight canal entry.I quickly thrust forward sending a couple of inches into her tightness - catching her by surprise."Oh ... oh ... you feel so big" she gasped as I rocked back and forth into her tightness, sending more cock into her depths.I lifted her thighs to change the angle of penetration before sliding the rest of my cock.