Rachel and I were soulmates. I knew that, I think, before this. But I only truly grasped what I lost when I lost it. I loved her manner, her nature, h...r sense of humor, her view of the world. Her cute accent, her way of cutting through the world’s bullshit like a hot knife through butter.She was so genuine, so honest, so true to her beliefs. We could have- should have- spent the rest of our lives together laughing at the joke that was the world. I was ready to give up the charade of not wanting. “I have wanted my hands on your body since I was sixteen and in class,” Melissa said.“If I knew how good your hands felt back then you probably would have gotten your wish,” Vickie whispered, her voice drenched in passion.Vickie learned something about herself that day as she, Melissa, and Jake make love. She learned that two in bed was great but three was fantastic. It was a lesson she was not soon to forget. Vickie loved making out with, and making love to Melissa, giving or receiving, it was. They would come-on to me and I usually flirted back the first couple of times. After that I went for the sex.I learned from high school that a lot of the white girls wanted to know if the rumors about black guys are true. I got a lot of white pussy proving it to them. To be honest I knew a lot of black guys with long cocks, seeing other guys naked in the locker room. I also saw quite a few that were rather small.The same went for the white guys. One thing I have to admit is that cock watching. " You've also grown . " I commented innocently , sitting down ." You should see my six pack . "He practically ripped off his shirt .He was short but built , short blond hair not too hairy , he DID have a nice six pack .He pulled his stomach muscles . I ran my hand over them , slowly ,then picked up my coffee. " Ja that must have taken alot of time . "I turned spilling my coffee on him , by MISTAKE , of course , fun things to do with cold coffee." Oh I'm sorry I am such a toss sometimes , um ,.