I stretched and twisted to make sure everything was still working and was glad to hear someone else suggest that we call it a game. This way I could a...ree but not look like I was the quitter."You still want to come over and watch the game tonight" asked my friend Michael. Michael was one of my good college friends who I was visiting on the long weekend. Michael and I had been roommates throughout college and maintained a close friendship, although I did not get to see him or the rest of the. All that did however, was to set off the inevitable contractions as she plunged headlong into an orgasm so violent that she virtually blacked out. She collapsed on the ground, her hand between her legs gripping her pulsing pussy as each successive spasm hit her. Looking up to see what the man was doing she saw him take his cock into his own hand and wank it as if he was trying to pull it off. She saw his balls tighten, his face redden and then she saw and felt the hot jets of spunk shoot. I turn us over so im on top, then pull your boxers and my thong down, i climb back on top, kissing you as your cock rubs up and down my pussy, you feel it wet over your cock, i slide grinding onto it, moaning, as you thrust my hips back and forward. I keep going for a while before i let your cock slide inside me, deep inside, you feel it spread me open, rubbing over my g-spot, i moan so loud, then begin bouncing on top of it, you hold my hips and help me bounce, having your cock pounding deep. *******Dear Diary;What else can I tell you about me? I'm kinda hoping if I tell you, itwill make some sense, because right now, I'm pretty confused by things.Like with what happened to my dad. He died when I was just five yearsold, and I don't have anything that reminds me of him. We have nopictures, nothing of his. And nobody talks about him, ever. The worstpart is he didn't have to be dead. He committed suicide, Diary, and Idon't know why. Sometimes, I wonder if he had been here, would I.