A second later there was the sound of a car crash. The skinhead came charging out while firing his pistol at the occupants of the car. He leaped over ...Martin and onto the trunk of a sedan parked next to where Martin had hit the ground. He jumped off the car while firing more shots.Franklin muttered, “Shit that was close.”“It’s not over,” Martin muttered back.There were a couple of shots from the street and then quiet. Martin and Franklin looked at each other wondering who won the. Later we started speaking about sex and shared sex jokes and sex chat. I used to flirt with her and shared about my adventures, my taste of fuck and all. She always used to say, “Ohh wow, your wife will lucky to have you as her partner.”I boldly used to say that not all my fuck buddies will become my wife. Anyone can become a fuck buddy, who has the guts to satisfy their missing desires. Everyone has to enjoy their life.I used to hint at her that she can also satisfy her needs. I made her mind. Bythe third step I had fallen into the mincing gait that I had beenpracticing in private since I lived home with my parents and my twobrothers, both of who were definitely NOT effeminate. She followed meand made a few approving but shame-inducing comments. I didn't mind. Inmy fantasies there had always been elements of control and humiliation.We got to the bedroom and there, laid out on the bedspread, was what sheplanned for me to wear. In spite of myself I gasped loudly, soundinglike a bit. Eventually he straightened, stepped back, letting his spent Cock pull clear to hang slick with the slime of sex, rapidly losing stiffness if not length. Even when he was no longer inside her,Anne still lay with her raised legs held in position by her arms. Nobody moving but with his eyes and my own fixed on Anne's gaping cunt as a large glob of thick white cum came slowly out and began to ooze down the crack to her anus. He broke the spell by laughing and offering, "If you want to dive in there.