Her hips began to move. I could feel her pussy clamping and releasing its muscles. I dropped her another two inches. Her breathing had become very lab...red.I raised her up and almost slipped my cock out before dropping her down again even further. I had about five inches of cock inside of her. Her head was starting to roll around with a constant mantra, “Jon yes…yes…FUCK YES!"After giving her a moment to get accustomed to being so spread wide around my cock, I began lifting and dropping her on. Make comments to your husband or boyfriend about how you wonder how big his black cock is (and do say “black.” Black must always be the emphasis.) Flirt with black men in grocery stores or in cafes or anytime and place. Do this all the time, but especially when you are with your husband or boyfriend. It may make him angry at first, but do NOT back down, and do not argue. Just smile at him and say nothing more than “a little jealous?” And keep doing it.12. This step is critical. Get a strap-on. I could tell that someone had sex with me but I didn't remember it.After that, things changed. The stories went around throughout my new friends that I was available. The next time that I had sex with one of them, I remembered it well. It was awful. Not only did I feel guilty because I'd betrayed Danny but because the guy, Chris Menzies, treated me like a whore. He just pushed me down on the bed, pulled up my skirt and fucked me. He wouldn't take no for an answer and when I told him to stop, he. The most comfortable position would be straddling her, at least for a massage. I wasn't sure how comfortable that would make me, however, so I knelt next to her and ran my hands up her back to her shoulders. I started rubbing and squeezing them, and she moaned contentedly. I spent the next ten minutes or so working on her neck and back. Each time I rubbed her lower back, she would thrust her ass slightly into the air, encouraging me to move my hands further down, an encouragement I was loathe.