Said it was her turn to finally do the fucking, and she wanted to use her new cock. Finally, I got my spun shrunk tiny cock soaked with lube and start...d stroking with alternating hands the pathetic thing. She was saying she jut got her cock and she has a big one. Why is yours a little baby cock. Then told me about fucking dicks. How she needed them. Eventually, I got it to cum, and she went back to playing with her cunt. She said when she is high she needs a hard fucking cock of any size, and. After about five weeks, we came face to face in a doorway, and without any thought we were kissing, gently, mouth to mouth. The warmth of it increased my heartbeat. When we broke, her eyes definitely held a new light. "Oh, we must practice that again sometime." You think so?" I've wondered what it might be like... with you." You really feel that way?" Only since Pitlochry," she laughed. Then she reached up to place her hand on my face. “You’ve driven all my past away.”Her touch was electrical,. Seriously. Now she’s making me reconsider many things. My name is Stephen Roche. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent who somehow went from Boston, Massachusetts to the strange world of Toronto, the biggest city of the Canadian province of Ontario. I can’t stand Canada, folks. I’ve never hidden how I felt. I grew up in Boston. I’m a fan of the Boston Red Sox. And I love the Boston Celtics. Growing up, some of my best friends, like Rocky Rodriguez, Andy Chang, Jamal Hays, Sean. I felt his cock slide between my thighs, penetrate the groove of my gash. His giant knob slithered though my flesh, burrowed its way into the entrance to my love slot. My vagina stretched open to accommodate his intrusive bulk. Ultimately his long thick prick slid unobtrusively into the depths of my cunt while his wife continued to suck my clitoris. I wanted him in me. I needed him in me. Now I had him in me. He just felt so wonderfully marvellous. I felt totally filled. George began to slowly.