What is it? I replied, trying to keep a sympathetic tone of voice. Do you think Im a bad person? he asked, looking slightly away again. At this I lau...hed. Probably harder than I should have. It drew a confused and slightly annoyed look from Nate. Whats so funny? he barked. Of course I dont think youre a bad person, Nate! I nearly shouted, still in the process of laughing. So you called your girlfriend a cunt. Probably not the best choice of words, but youre not the first dude to do that. It. Jimar, the uppity house slave—well beyond his station since childbirth took my mother and the baby away three years earlier, in 1822, when I was but eleven—naked, on his back on my father’s bed. My father held, ramrod straight, above the boy of fourteen, between his legs, supported by his straight-armed fists and his toes, while Jimar thrust his pelvis up. His hole was sheathing my father’s cock and Jimar was fucking himself on it.Jimar used his flexibility to take my father’s shaft. The boy’s. As Iwas driving home I noticed she had left her panties on the passengerseat. When I stopped at a traffic light I opened the glove compartmentand tossed them in, thinking I would put them in the trash when I gothome. Well after a couple too many beers I forgot all about thepanties.Two weeks later my wife Sharon and I were going shopping. Traffic wasbacked up and she said something about looking at a road map for analternate route. That's when the shit hit the fan. She pulled out theslut's. She slides off the beam. I flinch when she brushes against me and strokes my hair. I feel her lean close and inhale deeply through her nose.I shudder when she licks my cheek. She is savoring the taste. Her tongue slowly sliding along my skin. She straddles my arm. The moisture between her legs wet on my shoulder. She whispers into my ear.“Your tears and my cum. The taste of your pain mixed with my pleasure is a heavenly combination.”She forces me to look the other way, exposing the side of my.