But all those other first times didn't compare to what happened with Anna. Ok, I'm going to use a really weird analogy here, and I hope it makes some ...ense. People describe where they were when they learned Kennedy was shot, or when the Space Shuttle blew up, or whatever. There's this feeling of helplessness and the inevitability of history being made in front of your eyes. And it's almost always when something bad happens. This was like that, but reversed. It was the same weight of history. He starts talking and tells me how cute I am. He then comes closer to me and asked if I had a boyfriend and I told him no and then told him about how my ex had just broken up with me. So we continue chatting for about five minutes and he is feeling me and I kinda have the hots for him as well. He then comes over and kisses me on my cheek and kinda whispers to me and asked me if I would like to go up to his room and I told him that I did not think it was a good idea because his sister was coming. I need to cut my toenails. But, is..." She held her foot in her hand, pulling it closer to her face. Again, her brain noted differences in what should be there but, beyond her toenails looking like they belonged on an unkempt 90 year-old bum, she saw nothing. Finally, she put it down to her period like she did with her breasts. Does water retention happen in the feet and legs, too? She wondered. She'd only ever had her breasts get a little bigger when her period came and that wasn't every time.. I fucked my first black guy last Tuesday night and I even let him get off inside of me. It was so much fun because I had him and Michael together that night and all night long they kept taking turns fucking me and I was giving them head and making them cum in my mouth to and I would swallow it. Okay so here is my problem. I know that Michael is going to see this by the time he gets back home but maybe some of you can help me and write some things to let him know this is my idea and I am not.