Opportunity had presented itself.I made sure my mare was happy, crept through the woods and came up behind the young woman who was obviously engrossed... in her novel. I clamped one hand over her mouth and the other at her waist, yanked her up and carried her off, legs kicking wildly and arms flailing.“Beast,” she cried when I sat her down and had a good look at her. She yelled, “Help!” once and I tore a sleeve from her cotton dress and gagged her with it, ruffles protruding from her soft. ....disillusioned. I placed myself on theproverbial relationship shelf. I just couldn't face dating anymore. Thatwas almost two years ago.Yet, I yearned for the "embrace." That was my nickname for that stateof being with another, where you exist in bliss. Everything is peaceful, andwonderful. Even sitting around, doing nothing in particular, locked in atangle of arms and legs, was a joy. I did really miss that way of life.Consequently, the Lins got even closer to me. I had basically. “Maria, I want you to be happy. I want you to get married and give me lots of grandchildren. Why are you wasting time with that boy?”“Mama, he’s a nice boy. I feel safe with him. And I’m not ready to get married yet.”Maria obviously wasn’t going to tell her mother about the run-in with the girl gang. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, mulling over the fact that Mrs D’Angelou had only started to think me gay after looking at me. That had to be significant, but how?Maria appeared bearing. I knew she was eager to see what is going to happen or what I was going to do to her. Only her head and a little portion of her chest remained rested on the pillows. I separated her legs further to get a view of her pussy. Then I moved closer to her pussy. With a little difficulty I could make the head of my cock touch her pussy hole. Soon I manipulated to send it inside her tunnel inch by inch. As soon as it disappeared inside, I began to make forward thrusts with my cock and buttocks ramming.