He then pulled down his pants, took his already hard cock and rubbed it on my soaking wet vagina. Once he was lubricated with my juices, he pushed in...to me. This was the only thing he did slow. I could feel every inch enter into me deeply. He pushed as far as he could and then he began to pump me. I rubbed his back and grabbed his ass and we were kissing madly. I saw his face so much lighter than his pics since he was now having a huge smile on his face. I loved feeling my legs spread. “It’s getting dry,” I said.“Yeah, too dry…spit on it.”“Yuck. I’ll get some hand lotion,” I said as I stood and rushed out to get a bottle of lotion. When I returned I sat where I had been. Before doing anything else I undid my jeans so I could slip a hand down inside to pleasure myself. I put a liberal amount of lotion on my hand and began to stoke Bobby’s peter. It slipped easily in my hand. I found that with my left hand gently pleasuring me, I enjoyed playing with him more.“Oh my, that. So, eventually it came down to me wanting to know. Was I bi? Was I straight? Was I asexual because I couldn’t get laid?It was a late night in December. I’d come home after the movies with some friends and scooted my way down the hall. I had my trendy jeans on, a black t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. I left my boots at the front door and brushed some snow out of my black hair as I wandered towards my parents’ room. And there she was, naked.Marie was sitting at her vanity, doing her hair or. “You’re not moving back far enough?” “I know,” she replied, as she took a deep breath and lifted her breast into my fist.The next step was the same. My fist crunched into her ample flesh and lifted it upwards. This time I kept it there and stared into her deep green eyes. Katrina half stepped backwards and my other hand punched and was enveloped by her flesh. Katrina was half-heartedly stepping backwards, with only a few steps to go before we were about to hit the wall. With each step she.