1 feet in height guy from Chennai after reading stories in ISS. I had came forward of publishing my experience in sex, this is the real incident that ...occurred in my life and I must really thank ISS. I thought guilty of having sex with my step mother once but after reading the stories on ISS, now I’m really free of that guilty.Ok let’s we move in to the story when I was at teenager actually growing up into adolescent, when my mom divorced my father and she married a another man, my sister goes. I can see her start to tremble and moan. Before she gets too audible I pull her face into me and kiss her passionately – all tongue, playing around in her mouth. Her breath is shaky when all of a sudden the o sets in. She is frantic and her bottom muscles are squeezing so tightly around my fingers. As we kiss she moans deeply into me. I am at the point of coming myself – it’s as if our bodies are in tune with each other. I can feel her built up energy and it nearly sends me over the edge. I was a tall blond bigger girl not fat, athletic. I had a few different boyfriends all white, my Dad would not approve of me dating a black guy. One night at a party this Black guy DeShawn was hitting on he hard I was drinking feeling pretty good when I decided to would join him in a downstairs bed room. I was single at the time and figured what the hell I would try a romp with this Big Hot Black guy. Once inside he room he closed the door we started kissing DeShawn's hands were all over my. Much. Heat. From your eyes. And it warms me from head to toe. I feel myself begin to glow again, alone this time. I feel the pull. I feel powerful. As you look over my body, slowly lifting my shirt up and over my chest and off, I feel beautiful. I realize I have never felt beautiful. You look up at my eyes and I can see that you feel it too. This inexplicable need to be close. Now. You lift me onto the counter. This one, effortless move from you makes every cell in my body sing. I am not a.