He was pleased with his boy. Suddenly, I felt him violently spin me around and now I was facing the wall. He took both my arms and pinned them above m... head.“Don’t you dare touch yourself. Don’t touch your fucking clothes, don’t touch your fucking dick. UNDERSTAND?!”“Yes, sir.”“When’s the first time you got fucked, boy?”“19.” My response, for some reason, drove him insane. I had recently turned 20, so the thought of such a tight, ripe hole waiting for him instantly led to him tearing off my. Just a normal, Norman Rockwell Kodak moment. Only my again abused pussy lips aching in my tight jeans gave the lie. Later that night I again initiated sex with my husband. Knowing that Jason would probably be listening, I was louder than usual in my moans and cries of pleasure. Knowing that I was playing to an audience made my cries and moans very real, too. It’s not that my husband couldn’t be a good lover to me when he wanted to, it was just that he’d lost interest in wanting and initiating. We didnt see them often only about 2 to 3 times a year but we had always got along pretty good.Now, JJ who had arrived probably about 30 minutes after them and she was a completely different story. She was my first crush, being as she was my cousin's best friend we had crossed paths a few times. I dont know if my cousin had mentioned to her the things we had done growing up but i had a sneaking suspicion she had shared at least a little bit of it. She was a mixed race with her mom white and her. As we were getting closer to the far wall, Linda at one point did comment that someone had lightly brushed up against her free arm as she was clearing the path for her face. Then all of a sudden, it was like a mass of people. You could not move without bumping into someone or stepping on someone else's feet. Even if you were constantly clearing a path with your hand in front of your face, the foam would just fill in right away, so you had no way of knowing who was right next to you, in front of.