When it came to my heart, it was a different matter. I didn’t want to be the strong one. I wanted to be overpowered and taken. I wanted him to pursu... me. Surely he knew I was interested? Maybe I just needed to remember how to be a woman and flirt with him a little bit. My mind flashed back to the day we planned the kitchen floor. It was the only time I had been alone with him. Why had he been in such a hurry to leave? As if summoned by my thoughts, he opened the French doors and came out by. I decided to join a gym. Three days a week after school I worked out. I didn’t want big bulging muscles but I wanted to look and feel good. As the time passed, I had built a good body. At eighteen years old, I was at 6′ tall and 170 lbs. In a bathing suit I looked good and got a lot of looks. I felt good about myself but I was still very shy. I never played much sport. I was more of an academics person. I guess I had the brains but lacked a lot of common sense. My brother, Mark, had graduated. .. and, thanks for the birthday card.”Jason parked the beat-up and rusty panel van in the parking lot of his apartment complex. Standing by the rear doors he waited, watching the street and entrance to the lot. Soon he saw an immaculate white, late-model Chrysler 300 approaching. The car entered the lot and parked in a stall adjacent to the panel van.Phyllis stepped from the behind the wheel and Daymon emerged from the passenger’s side. “Thanks for helping out,” he said. “I need to be at work. That made me scream out. You rubbed oil into my ass cheeks, back, tits neck , all whilst you fucked my arse.You grabbed my hair and pulled my head right back as you carried on pushing your cock into my ass. I could take it no more, so you pulled it out and went straight into my pussy, forcibly as if annoyed you were no longer in my ass. . You carried on slamming me with hard jolts whilst using my hair as an harness. You let go of my hair and grabbed each side of my face pushing it forwards,.