Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…th...t again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from “Radiohead” started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust.Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking. I found it easy to fondle him, being used to doing that with my other black friend. He shifted around and got in a 69 position and continued sucking. His prick was very close to my mouth and it looked so inviting. I wondered why I was so resistant. He looked like he was enjoying sucking me off, why was I so hesitant? He reached up, grabbed his love stick and brushed it against my mouth. The clear slimy stuff was now on my lips and I closed my eyes and licked it off. He said, "You don't have to. We families want a wholesome atmosphere. We don't want no lesbian hoes fucking and screaming and interrupting everybody's dinner with their cheap little sex acts, dig? You girls hear me? You understand?"Laura grabbed April's hand and roughly pushed her way past one of Jane's extended arms. "Jane, this is the last straw-!" she said under her breath, pulling April hard and fast to get her by the half-crazy teenager before Jane did something worse.She half-thought that Jane was going to pounce on. Eventually, you were let into Heaven whenever Adonai thought that you’d suffered enough. It wasn’t all fire and brimstone, either. It was very personalized, customized, just like Heaven. Dad and Mr. Corbin were both getting very rough up the ass and had been ever since their deaths.It turned out that my adoptive parents, whatever their flaws, had loved both of us, but they hadn’t known how to express that love very well. They were still trapped in Catholic morality and feared for our eternal.