Unbeknownst to Deshawn, Friday night's playlist of activities were on repeat. She never wanted him to leave her on Friday. She wanted the night to go ...on. Plus, recounting every dirty detail of their night, and handing the fine points over to 'Miss Dip-In-It-Keisha' really didn't help her situation at all. C'mon, don't cream your panties at the office, girl. You're seeing him later. "Seriously, like I told you earlier, the night was amazing and not just the sex." "Oh my God," Keisha cut her. I talk about my family a lot, how I grow up, how I love my mom and how accepting my family about who I really was. As I talk excessively, Greg became more uncomfortable by the moment. I stopped and look him in the eyes to see his eyes glistening, holding back his tears, Greg look away. I could see pain in his eyes, seeing him look so sad hurts me as well. “I want Greg to always be happy, to be with me” that is what I thought to myself. I don’t want a relationship; I just want to take care of. I started going to a Baptist Church in my small town. On my third visit; my carnal urges drew me to something forbidden!! His name was John!!John was the young unmarried music director and youth pastor. After only my second handshake with him, I knew he had never known the sexual touch of another person. He was 30 years old, sweet, nice; and very kind. I quickly volunteered to help; in anyway I could, with the music. I wasn't going to fight the urge to get close to him; and eventually, fuck. And I'll be goddamned that it had never happened that quickly in my life after having an earth shaking orgasm like I'd had when she sucked me and let me cum in her mouth. But not less than twenty minutes after cumming in her mouth, my dick was growing intensely hard under her. Bridget giggled. And then she lifted up. And shocked me. She took my dick in her hand, rock solid, spread her thighs a bit wider, and she pushed. And I felt it. My dick entered her, pushed through her pubic hair, and went.