I had never had sex. I was so desperate that I often fantasised about going to a prostitute - I was making good money - but ultimately I was always to... scared to actually go through with it. I felt so desperately alone, like a human island, but no matter how much I wanted to, I could never find the courage to just ask a girl out on a real date.I felt like all of this was on the verge of changing, however. My therapist had told me I was making a lot of progress, and I agreed with him. I was. My wife sat upand said "Marla, a good girl does not tease her man, take care ofBrad". When she said that, Brad slipped off his jeans and underwear toreveal a nice thick 8 inch cock with nice sized balls. He sat back downon the couch and ordered me on my knees in front of him. I kneeled infront of him, and started to lick his cock all over, taking time to payproper attention to his nut sac. When I could see the first little dropof pre-cum, I slipped the head into my mouth and swirled my. She was waiting on me outside her apartment building in some really short shorts and a halter top.Her ass was phat and she had a huge cameltoe trying to jump out the front of her shorts.Her breast where huge and firm and to top it off she had a huge blue weave running down to her phat juicy ass.She looked so young and ghetto. I said hey what's up baby jump in the truck and she did.I laughed when she got in and she asked whats so funny?I said you are ghetto as fuck and laughed some more. She. Still, she pushed on, not trusting her senses. Something inside told her that her pursuer was close at hand, no doubt hesitant at sealing its kill due to her erratic and illogical behaviour. Her naked body was soaked with sweat, her long brown mane a straggled mess that fell around her shoulders to just cover the nipples on her rounded exposed breasts.Hers was a headlong rush into insanity and into death, her life hardly begun. She felt regret over her pending demise at the hands of the strange.