Everyone was trying to calm me down, which wasn’t necessary as I was laser focused.Everyone gave me some space which was appreciated as I began medi...ating to relax. Settling my breathing, I tried to visualize how the fight would go, but it just wasn’t happening. The only thing I could do was just let the fight flow and go from there.There was a tap on my shoulder. Looking up it was Mr. Singh, who informed me that I needed to change. I stepped into the bathroom with my bag. Pulling the pants out. And I got nothing to lose. I’m a twenty-four-year-old Black male with a college degree. I don’t have any criminal record. I’m healthy. I got no wife and no brats. Life should be sweet. So why does everything I see fill me with bitterness? I hate what I’ve become. Folks, I’m not going to lie. I cry as I write these words. I feel so disappointed in Wendy. I loved her, you know. I’ve always been honest with her. I told her that I was bisexual. And she seemed okay with it. We moved in together and. .. talk like that," she said, clenching her teeth, trying to sort out her own confused feelings of revulsion and stimulation. "Please, Tommy... we mustn't look at what they're doing." Then let's make some time of our own, baby," he said harshly, in a throaty, passion-filled voice. He jerked her head abruptly toward him with his hand, and pressed his lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly down on hers. She groaned and struggled, feeling his hand pressing hard over the softness of one of. Then, he pulled back some. Oh, that felt nice. That started his going in and out in just small strokes, maybe two inches or so, just back and forth."Hows, that, honey?" It feels good, Daddy, really good."His movements were longer now, soon almost the entire length of him was going in and out. It felt so smooth and good."Oh, yes, Daddy, now I know how good it feels. Mmm, I love us together like this. Do I feel good to you?" Honey, you feel wonderful. So, nice and tight, your pussy is delightful..