No, she did not put me down politely, but actually said yes. "Really?", I asked shocked."Yes, I am serious," she says. "I am sick and tired of black g...ys. They fuck like God's and make me moan, but all they do is treat me like a sex object. I am tired if it! So I might as well go out with someone who clearly likes me," she says to me. I accept it, I finally have her for a date. Now I want to be able to fuck her. The idea of this Irish Goddess in bed with me makes my dick stand hard.Fast forward. The dread of being told about, and dread at what I had done, kept me awake. I heard the two women talking for a long time. Mixed with my dread was a wonder at the hair, and the soft, moist feel I had had for an instant on some part of my hand. I knew I had felt the hidden part of a female, where the piddle came from, and that is all I did think about it, that I know of, I have no recollection of a lewd sensation, but of a curious sort of delight only.It must have been from this time, that my. The doctors pushed gently for a last name, but he said nothing else. So he became Mark, which in truth was his middle name.The damage to his body was healing but his face was malformed, surgery made him look normal again.Soon it became apparent that he was going to continue as he was for the duration. When the hospital could do no more for him he was sent to a psychiatric rehab hospital. A nurse named Nancy was able to befriend him and get responses to some questions, but he could not remember. I had to catch any possible train I cud get as I had a 1 hour long journey in front of me.After reaching the station, there was a train luckily in front of me which was about to leave. I ran and caught the train and made it. In my hurry I didn’t realize that I had caught the gent’s second class compartment. The train wasn’t crowded so I got some place to stand. The next station came and a large crowd entered as it was a morning rush hour. In no time I was surrounded by men from all the sides..