Kissing is a sign of love and we don’t love each other. Wally is the only man who can kiss me.”Sooooo… with even more confusion in my mind, I ro...led off her and onto the blanket, “Kissing is a sign of love… but FUCKING isn’t? …Maybe I better join THIER church.”As she dressed, Mary asked about my water jug. Although I told her I had plenty, she took it with her and told me Maria would bring me fresh water later, “Just remember, Donnie, she’s young so be nice to her… and never say a word about. I did not enquire: I was having too much fun with her.Two weeks later I got tickets for a play at the Exchange Theatre, and again Rachel was delighted. At the interval, I asked her if she wanted to talk about what we ‘did’ tonight, but she said Gary was not likely to check with me, so she could take care of that. Once again she excused herself after the performance and attended to herself. We didn’t mention Gary all night, apart from her one comment.As we returned to the car, she took my hand,. Both of us are medium complexion and are normal in every aspect. In fact, we were like brothers. I like him a lot, so we hang around together. Sometimes, after dinner, we used to sleep together (during holidays) or we will go to our own houses. Our parents were proud of our friendship and never minded us since we go to the same school and have the same timings.Now, the fun part starts, since we were together all the time, nobody told us to maintain a private space from each other. That means we. I opened my legs as wide a possible as the stranger pushed a second finger in. I lifted my ass off the seat slightly as my pussy then exploded for the second time over his expert fingers.I reached out and run my hands over the large bulge that was now appearing in that black man’s trousers. He took my hand and gently took me out of the car. I got down on my knees unzipping his trousers and releasing his huge black cock. I stroked his hard erection before placing my mouth over it. He grabbed my.