I reminded her it would be at my place, not in my car.She calmed, but kept me alert with her constant self-arousal. I drove aggressively, and we ended...up at my place in three minutes. She grabbed my arm and ran up the stairs. I fumbled with the keys and we took the elevator to my apartment.We pretty much smashed the door down. I walked in, grabbing anything I could to resist her passionate embrace. She cornered me on the couch and began to unbuckle my pants. I, in turn, unzipped her dress and. She was about 5’7’’ with at least 36c boobs. Nice full buttocks and a very curvy figure. She was dusky and her lips were so full and red. I started to get excited and that was evident through the tent that had formed inside my jeans. She couldn’t see it but I was in pain. Nothing happened that day and after sorting out that lot I went home. I was thinking about her all the time. I started to look for her on Facebook and I found her. I was so high on lust that without thinking twice I sent her a. (why not molest the young kid???)These two experiences affected me too much for a few reasons, and it hastaken me many years to make sense of it all. I saw in those two actsthat sexuality was an exploration, and the body I wanted was up to me.Life was about enjoying all things, and sexuality was just one aspect ofit. I loved a woman's body, but there was something so intriguing abouthow much he wanted to suck my cock. In addition, there was nodiscounting how amazing getting that first blowjob. After several minutes he pulled out of her gaped hole and allowed me a glimpse at his cock. It was long veiny and as thick as a baseball bat. It must have been 12 inches long and was pointing up with its rigid hardness. I watched as he laid on my side of the bed and waited for my wife to mount him. She quickly rolled over and began climbing over his body. "Lick my balls bitch!" He exclaimed as she made her way across the bed. Without hesitation she dove head first towards his rock hard shaft. I.