I didn't know what to think. Was I gay? Did I actually likegetting fucked? The pleasure didn't go away, so I decided to fantasizeabout girls to kee... the fingering from making me gay. I know now thatthe idea is ridiculous. At the time, though, my brain was turning intojelly and being made gay by a woman fingering my ass didn't seem so farfetched. I thought about fucking Sasha Grey in the ass while Eva Mendezate her pussy. Such a hot scene!Lesley continued to work my ass and I continued to. I was so thrilled that I could actually do whatever I wanted to her body with absolutely no one to disturb me. I felt on top of the world. I was only wearing my Bermudas and a loose t-shirt. Since I knew she was not going to wake up, I just dropped my Bermudas and the t-shirt on the floor. Now for the big action with nothing to stop me.I saw her saree-fall had again gone astray sweeping the floor. I picked it up very confidently and brought it up to her abdomen from where I’d have to struggle. Steven did not hear my words to slow down as he continued to pound into me, over and over. I knew at this pace he would not last long but would learn from this experience. Frank had been inside me for several minutes longer than Steven had and I felt his cock pulsating and knew that he was a more experienced lover. I recalled Steven telling me that Frank had been fucking his mother Tammy for a good while now and I looked down at Frank and asked him, "Frank dear, how is it fucking your mother?". Long Beach they called the town named after all the beach front property, ran out all the way to Seal Beach, which continued to other beaches, but all the same waterfront, just miles upon miles of connected beaches. Still, with all that beach front you'd think there'd be some room to spread out in peace, she thought, as a group of black men stampeded through kicking up sand all over her and her beach gear as if they owned the whole damn beach.Now maybe it wasn't prudent, barely dressed in a.