In Pensacola and settled in to an unspoken arrangement with MaryAnn. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be dis...rete. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along with her, but I maintained a wary truce with old slutty bitch. She really had no choice. He pulled my pussy lips apart and slid two fingers into my cunt, his digits feeling around. He asked if I would still a virgin as he could not feel my hymen, I took perverse delight in explaining that I had inserted a hairbrush handle and a carrot up into my vagina numerous times. What on earth came over me to say this I do not know! All I knew was, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him as aroused as I was.His fingers started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was so wet, the squishy sounds. . I love you. Keep fucking me. I do not want it to stop… I want you to fuck me forever… oooooohhhh… fuck me Alvor.”Alvor suddenly stopped and pulled his cock outside. He asked me to get on all fours and mounted me like a dog mounts a bitch and pushed his cock into my cunt from my backside. The black monster slid inside my pussy like a knife slicing through melted butter.. Alvor clasped his hands around me and once again started his fucking and banging. With one hand he was also fiddling with my. We stood there heads tilting and twisting while we made out, the furiousness growing with each kiss. His hands were frantically groping and exploring my body not quite able to decide on what they wanted to do, pulling me closer, grabbing my ass, and trying to paw at my breasts. I moaned, the sound muffled by our mingling tongues. Our breathing was so heavy that our faces began to burn hot. As I pressed against him I could feel his erect cock bulging against his jeans. I reached down with my.