The butterflies jittered in my stomach at those words and her touch gave me a tingling, overwhelming sensation from deep inside of me. I had loved her...since I met her the first day I met her in College 2 years ago but she had a boyfriend practically the whole time so I’ve always assumed that she was straight. She proceeded to move up my skirt and towards my now moist panties and causing a cold shiver to run down my spine. I wanted her so badly. “No, wait… Mariah I need to just ask one thing...”. But I confess to a degree of curiosity."Courtney sighed. "Think of it this way. Think of being stuck in a maze. And you try, and you try, and you try, but you can't get out. Then, somehow, by some miracle, you get out--and you don't even quite know how you did it. But, once you're out, when you look back on the maze, it's so ridiculously simple that you kick yourself for not finding the exit earlier." Was I your maze, our partnership?" No," Courtney said, and took a deep breath. "Why do you. .stop....." He rolled me over more onto my stomach, pushing my left leg up to my tits, straddling my right thigh as he fucked me on my side. His cock was throbbing hard and starting to twitch uncontrollably. He held onto my hip for support as he grunted with each thrust! He could feel me start to tense up with yet another orgasm. I pushed my face back into the pillow, biting into it with my teeth. He was thrusting wildly, grunting, "UHHHHNNNNNN! UHHHHNNN OHHHHH YEAH! ARRRGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhh!!!. These boys were rape machines! Their ability to perform in dire circumstances had nothing to do with how the camp had brainwashed them. Their sexual energy was a product of unnatural selection over hundreds of years of breeding slaves. I had a personal epiphany. It’s no wonder that jazz performances, most often from black musicians but sometimes by white ones, turned me on. It was the music of sex!“Mmbl, mmm, bbll,...” Huso savored the wetness seeping onto his lashing tongue.I pulled Pou’s.