"She's just a slut, a dirty little slut," she'd rage back."Lesbian!" Fuck you Peter, fuck you," she'd cry.Only once that year did we actually physical...ly battle, and as I easily rode atop her thrashing, struggling body, taunted, "Some day a man's going to come along and make you his slave Mary, make you grovel at his feet, how do you think you'll like it Mary, obeying a strong male..." Never," she screamed, "I'll never let a man control me. I'm strong, I'm liberated! Never!"But I just laughed as. She did neither, instead swallowing it all as fast as I could unload it. After what seemed like an hour I finished my orgasm but she continued to suck me dry. Not surprisingly I did not go limp but stayed hard in her mouth. It wasn’t even an option because it still felt so good. She sucked on me for another minute or so and then smiling stood up in front of me pulling my shirt off as she did so. Standing completely naked in front of her I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. I think I love my car sex for all the quickies and casuals, and the serious dogging sessions, when it takes more than one man to fill the void between my legs, and the warm sperm hitting my body, knowing each load has a warm thrill for the man depositing it, yes even trying to find the right word to describe it, makes me wet, read on and see what you men think, about this woman's recall of some of those moments of sexual deviancy.I had just passed my drivers test, and my parents let me loose on. Your dad will be home from work soon, and let’s surprise him by having everything ready.”Mark called me mid-morning and every evening, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t even listen to his voice messages. I knew I’d cry and be even more upset regardless of what he said.I got a surprise call from my sister late on Wednesday evening about ten p.m. Cindy said, “Hey, Elsie, guess who just took me to dinner?”“He did,” I gasped.“Yeah. When I got home from work, he was literally sitting on my doorstep..