Sob. You'll probably go back to sob...sob to whoever let you do it to her...sob," By this time her words dissolved into uncontrollable sobs."Carol s...op, please don't cry," I spoke to her softly but firmly, "We will both enjoy ourselves even if we do not do anything but kiss." I tried to kiss her tears away. I kissed her forehead and tear wet cheeks. She turned her lips to mine and we locked into a full body contact passion filled kiss.A car, loaded with high school boys, slowed as it. I put his hand on my hip and stuck out my ass toward him and put my hands against the mirror and arched my back.Having his hands on my hips was the best feeling in the world.He guided the tip of his cock to my wet pussy lips and started to thrust slowly. Within two slow, intense thrusts I was full of hot, hard cock.Perfection.He fit perfectly inside of me and I let out a gasp or whimper, I’m not sure which because I have never made a noise like that before. To be penetrated and stretched and. As the flow of water will sometimes do, it encouraged three of the other women to pee too. I could see the yellow liquid flow along the inside thighs of the women as I looked around the room. The robbers thought that it was funny, then they told the rest of us to pee too if we knew what was good for us. The men seemed to find it much harder to pee than the women did but most of them let out a stream that almost matched Abby’s stream. I didn’t watch my stream but I knew that I had arched my back. My name is Stephen Yvens Fils-Aime and I am a student-athlete at the Plymouth County Institute of Technology in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The tale that I am about to share with you involves me and some of my fellow Haitians who happen to be gay, lesbian, transsexual and bisexual. As a community, Haitians are secretive and quite narrow-minded. Also, they don’t respond well to change. Haitian parents are notoriously tyrannical and quite often brutal when dealing with their rebellious.