My arousal levels skyrocketed as our tongues explored each other's mouth and our hands quickly mapped the upper areas of our bodies. Whilst my body wa...ted to continue, my brain craved comfort, so I broke our decidedly lustful embrace and led her to my bedroom. I saw her scan the room and then she approached me and kissed me again. Very soon, we were stripping each other of our clothes and, for the first time, I was able to see her entirely naked. For a moment, I was stunned. I couldn't take in. Kaitlyn is my girlfriend now because she has a hot body and is very exciting to be around. Lately, I have been wondering is she is too exciting for me. Before we started going out, she drank too much alcohol and wound up in the hospital. The two of us almost broke up because of the way Kaitlyn's parents found out about our relationship. The latest incident might be the last straw. Her punk band caused a riot and she had the nerve to get mad at me. I think that maybe we need some space.After. "Wow, you have a nice one." she said as if she had seen many dicks in her short life. "Can I touch it?" Stan had lost all reason as he looked at this gorgeous child standing naked less than five feet from him. She was reaching to grasp his cock with her hand. He leaned forward to make the exploration easier. The girl stroked his cock with the deft hand of a middle aged hooker, moving along the shaft in soft even strokes that threatened to stimulate a premature ejaculation. Stan snorted. "Would. Pissing and shitting in a bucket, it’s humiliating. Even this place, man, it’s rumored to be one of the last standing slave trading auction blocks of the era.”In that moment, Donald felt the souls of the slaves speaking out to him. They were haunting him, calling him names, telling him that he was a sexual deviant who would never understand what they felt having their humanity traded like a child’s baseball card. Several men had to use the bucket to shit and the stench became even more.