My orgasms were strong and I really needed them I let my thug have his way with me. He came in me on top of me, he came in me doggy style too. We both...just collapsed and layed together. I was so content, my pussy still pulsating from my strong orgasms. We both then rested, I lay my hand on his chest and held his dick. I thought about my best friend Nicole. What if she saw me here, now. She would be so shocked. I wish i could tell her, but having sex with a thug, a thug with no job, would be. . happening. Oh my god your dick feels so good. It's filling my throat, and I can't stop jerking my cock. What is happening to me? I feel like... like I'm high. I'm high on your cock. I'm cock drunk. That must be it.I don't care any more. I've reached the point of no return. This is coming now and I have to just accept it. I pull my head off your dick with a gasp and stand up on my knees, my cock directly above yours. I see that look on your face, but I can't quite tell what it means. I don't. My hair would cascade forward, adding to thesensations. I was almost there but I did not feel like my character waswhole. Everything was pleasant.My financial position had changed entirely. The pressure of abjectpoverty had been removed from me. Everyone was now respectful andfriendly toward me. When I first came, I was the new guy. Another bodywas taking space and vying for position. Everything in life was acompetition, and I was not very big. I detested when the meager foodsupply I had. He claimed not to be able to relate very well to girls his own age, and that he found them immature and superficial. ‘Have you ever been in love?’ she asked with maternalistic softness. Tristan answered that he had — just once — and Doris was curious to hear what was doubtless a touching story of the girl who’d stolen his heart for the very first time. She expected it to be a young girl in her teens, but was shocked in the extreme when he revealed that it had been a woman in her early fifties!.