" He then started to forcemy head forward to his crotch. At my gag point he held my head still fora minute or so, my mouth and throat relaxed and he...then drew my headcloser to his crotch. I felt his cock sliding down my throat. Finally mynose was touching his pubic hair, tickling my nose. He then started torock back forth moving his cock in and out of my throat, he was fucking mymouth with his large black cock.This continued for what seem like an eternity, but was probably only 10minutes. Andmany other things I didn't want to know.Time moved on, and I left school. Deciding, as almost all people with noprospects do, I moved to the city to pursue my dream career of acting.And...in a way, I got my dream. In a way.I searched as many places as I could, and eventually found a nice smallapartment- although it was big enough for two people, I had it all tomyself, and I liked it. The freedom was nice, the independence wasamazing, and things couldn't be better.Except for when I searched. .. that was on the lips Diane, please don't do that."You are snuggling into me, you like that don't you?" Theresa pulled back and pushed Diane's hand away."I... I did for a minute but it's not right. I'm not a lesbian. They were silent for a few minutes. "Diane?" Let me sleep now, we'll talk tomorrow, OK?" I just want to know one thing?" What? I'm tired." What's it like being a... a lesbian?" First of all, I'm not a lesbian. I just take orgasms where I can get them. Secondly, what's it like. There was little chance of making it home tonight at all, let alone in time for the romantic dinner we had planned. I decided to make Charles tell me more about himself. He described himself as a sort of corporate problem solver which he claimed to be less difficult than it sounded as his clients always seemed to know what they should really be doing and the only challenge was to persuade them to accept it. "Are you persuasive then?" I asked. Charles made no reply. I looked up at his blue eyes.