I was enjoying like anything. I had no control . I kissed his cock but he forced in my mouth . I started enjoying his cock .O he was so good. I was ru...bing it with my tongue as I if I was licking ice cream . He removed his cock from my mouth and started rubbing vaseline on his cock. I was excited and screamed to fuck my pussy. His cock was appearing like a monster with a red hood and a mass of raw flesh with engorged veins on it. I was thrilled and loved the very thought. He picked up a pillow. " Giggle."Great idea." I have needs, you know..." the blue eyes twinkle. Corners of her mouth turn up. She's biting her bottom lip, knowing that it's a move that melts me. Well, MOST of me, anyway."You give me that look one more time and we won't make it to the shower..."Giggle. "We'll make it TO the shower. Prob'ly won't make it THROUGH the shower..."We didn't. There could be a long debate as to who initiated that session in the shower. Any choosing of sides would be wrong. It's both of us. A. " Damn, I'd been caught in the doctor's labcoat. I started to slip my arm from one sleeve."You're not closing are you? I don't have an appointment, but can I come in and talk?"It was only talk, and Dr. Fleischmann had provided a few answers for me. Why not? It wasn't like this girl would be disrobing or anything."Sure. Come on into my, uh, office." I pointed to the chair I'd used and sat in the doctor's leather swivel. It was way too low, so I fumbled with a level to rase the height. "How can I. I’m a twenty-four-year-old Black male with a college degree. I don’t have any criminal record. I’m healthy. I got no wife and no brats. Life should be sweet. So why does everything I see fill me with bitterness? I hate what I’ve become. Folks, I’m not going to lie. I cry as I write these words. I feel so disappointed in Wendy. I loved her, you know. I’ve always been honest with her. I told her that I was bisexual. And she seemed okay with it. We moved in together and raised a daughter together..