I remove the shirt from your wrists, drop your hands to your side, massaging your shoulders and arms to relieve some of the tension in them. I turn y...ou around to face where you have the toys set out so you can see what I’m doing. I walk over, grab two 30’ ropes, and walk back over to you. I drape one over your shoulder, running the soft rope along your skin so you can feel it.I grab the bite of the first rope and tell you, “Put your arms behind your back, forearms parallel to each other with. Kenny was gonna start fucking his white boy faggot from behind. I told Jamal we should start with him sitting on the couch and me sitting on his 10 inch black dick so I could ride it cowboy - face to face so we could kiss again while we fucked. That's my favorite way to be fucked - without a doubt. Riding a huge black dick feels so great that I feel as if I'm able to shoot my load without me or my partner or anyone else ever touching my dick even once. I've done that a few times - always alone. Yeah, I heard that.”“Would you have still dated her, those years later, if you’d heard that she was the school slut? Reputations count. Labels stick to people. She was ashamed of what she did, Paul. She wanted to pretend it never happened. That’s why she lied to you, I’m sure of it.”That made sense, but it still hurt. I wished we’d never come here. All I wanted to do now was to collect my wife and head home. Then tomorrow, when my head was clearer and the hurt and anger had worn down, I’d talk. By the time they went home that afternoon, it was obvious that we were not interested in the same things and I knew it was me that had changed. Mom came home that evening and asked what we had planned. When I told her I was just staying home, she asked if anything was wrong. I just said they had gotten jobs and had to get to work. That night I got myself off with my vibe. I guess I got a little loud. I saw my door open a crack and Mom peek in. I pretended not to notice and kept going. She.