I moaned softly and held his head in my hand. He sucked me for a few minutes and then stopped. I had also stolen some condoms from my dad, and he sugg...sted he fuck me in the ass. At this point, I was open to anything, and again without hesitation, I said yes. He put the condom on, but neither one of us knew how to proceed. I bent over the bed and he tried to push it in, but the pain was too much. So I sat him down on the bed and sat on his cock, facing away from him. I tried to just sit on it,. When she reached the bottom, she immediately pulled all the way back up. Then she looked at me again with that satisfied grin. “If you want to take it all, you’ve got to go slow at first. You don’t need to do it fast like I did. Just take it slow. Bit by bit.” She explained.I nodded, and looked back at her cock, still as stiff as before. Just as she had, I opened wide and slowly took the head in my mouth, savouring it. I let my tongue swirl around it and then gently moved my head further. Inch. “Just look”, she answered with her eyes glued to the screen. “That bitch has all of those men just fucking her silly. No bullshit, just sex.”This was an interesting twist, “Do you think about getting gangbanged by a bunch of old white guys often”, I asked, the wheels in my mind already turning.“Sometimes”, she answered demurely as she bent down to lick the bead of pre-cum from my knob yet keeping her head at an angle that allowed her to watch the action on the TV. At this point the girl had a. She had a great difficulty resolving how she saw herself, how she was before she met Vince, how she was today, and how she would be tomorrow after did what she was planning to do.In the grand scheme of things if she was going to do this, was it going to be for a short period of time, like long enough get enough money to pay the tax she owes, or would she do it longer, to pay the rent and afford better things for Dylan and her? Or to plan for his future?And, if she did this thing for only a.