She gasps again as the bed frame smacked against the wall. Fernaz, who had been struggling and writhing against me, froze at the sound of the bed hitt...ng the wall. I wrap my arms around her back and push her down on my cock again. " It's okay, Fernaz." I said soothingly, my cock fully filling her again. I push into her again, slowly fucking her. I continue to slowly push her up and down on my cock, grinding my pubic hair into her clit. I press my face between her breasts and lick the skin. "You know, we've talked about my father and my brother and their racial beliefs often enough, but Jim was right about one thing about my father, and I'm actually kind of proud to say it. When someone was in trouble, especially if it even appeared to have racial involvement, he'd go to bat for them first and ask questions later. Now I've learned better, now that you've taught me better, I've come to realize that a lot of his suppositions were wrong, but he wouldn't back down from a fight if. The man I still believed I had lost.“Shh! Shh! It’s okay,” he murmured softly into my hair as he held my shaking body tightly.“It’s not okay,” I gasped between sobs. “I want you Pete. I still want you. I love you! I really love you! I’m so sorry. I’ve been so selfish; so stupid, so cruel. I’m so, so sorry!”Pete said nothing. Instead, we hugged and rocked together, his strong arms and warm chest holding me reassuringly tightly. I began to feel a little safer; surely this wasn’t the action of a. I stood proudly by the Hostess as she welcomed the guests one by one, introducing me as her business associate due to the fact that she had to maintain an air of independence that was the nature of her business. As each guest passed, Anna would tell me a bit about him or her, there was Peter and his wife Janice, a couple in their mid thirties, both professors at the nearby university. Janice was an attractive blonde with large, firm breasts and a tight, hourglass figure. Her light complexion.