It rubbed against my asshole. He begged me to let him fuck me. He kissed me tenderly on the neck and back, and rubbed my tits. My nipples got big and ...ard and tender. His cock was wet with precum and he put it to my ass hole and pushed and the head of it popped my asshole open and I felt a flash of pain. I muffled my cries in my pillow as he pushed his cock further into my ass. He was gentle but it still hurt, but than after he had it buried balls deep in my ass, I could feel his hairy balls. .. me and Colleen are planning on getting together again when she comes back for the Ontario Championships. And, uh ... Colleen said she ... would really, REALLY love it ... if, well, if YOU would join her, join me and her, for some girl-girl-guy fun.”“What? ... Colleen ... You ... want me?” I stumbled and fumbled my way around that bit of unbelievable news.“Somehow, she ... as we were cuddling on the bed after, you know ... she, uh, simply asked me to ask you about possibly joining us ... for. ” All of a sudden my words sank in andher big blue eyes flashed. “Don’t accuse the Webster’s of being racist.I notice you always flirt with the black girls, but never me.” “You’re the boss,” I saw her drink another glass of eggnog.What glass was she on? “Could lose my job for flirting.” “And I’m not worth losing a $4.50/hour job?” She held a sprig ofmistletoe over my head. I knew where this was leading.. Done ... ok, fucked. But I hadn't. What a dummy."But I also knew that when we made love – oh, ok then, when we had sex - in the context we're talking it certainly was sex not love! When we had sex I loved it. And when I was pregnant I wanted even more and you weren't there. No. I'm not blaming you, please understand that, but let's just say that your absence didn't help things at all. However I do understand that I could and should have stopped things before they got out of hand. But I also.