My r****t pumped in and out of me furiously as though desperate or angry, but I couldn't tell for sure whether he was enjoying it or not. It looked so... pathetic, like masturbating with an inflatable doll. There was no romance, no passion, no adventure. I remember thinking that if I was going to go through the effort of r****g somebody, I would have made it more interesting. As timed passed and the hallucination didn't stop, I began to worry. Three more men ****d me before they noticed something. You are a study of controlled motion." You're trying to seduce me again." She smiled, and this time it was a real smile."That's true," he said. "But that's not why I said that. I meant that. You have what it takes to learn to dance. We're not talking the Rockettes, here, just some Friday night fun. What you're really worried about is that you'll be the tallest person on the floor." Well?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Won't I be?" Who cares?" he said. "I probably won't even know. I. He started her off nice and slow because she was a lady and all but by the time he was getting ready to accelerate and give it to her real good and hard, she was already going through a convulsive orgasm and crying out nasty dirty words like a cavalry trooper. Her pretty pucker hole was staring up at him with infinite temptation but he reasoned it was a mite early on to be shoving his business up there without some preparatory ground work.Rachel was resting now with her legs splayed out and. I had always wanted him there, always needed him there. I always considered what he thought of me, and my own problems, just as much as he considered what I thought when it came to his own problems. I trusted him with my deepest secrets, and he trusted me with his, up until he withdrew from me. I worried about him when something was wrong or when he was upset, and was happy for him when he succeeded. Now here I was giving him advice that could pull him even further away from me, and knowing.