However, what strikes me is your confidence. You talk as if you had control of the situation, and had choices about how to respond. Were you that conf...ident at the time?" Pretty much. There were a couple of moments when I didn't have much choice, but they lasted only a second or two. Those moments were with the two guys who didn't get broken arms; otherwise I would've broken their arms too. It's because I had choice that I had a moral dilemma. No choice obviously means no dilemma. I didn't tell. Here it is.I am on the track team and we had just finished a long and tiring meet in New York. By the time we were even half way home (DC), it was already pitch black. Everyone was either sleeping or listening to their iPods. I was sitting in the middle of the bus while others were s**ttered along the front of the bus. So I wake up from my slumber and I got to go. So I walk carefully to the bathroom, trying not to wake anyone up. I got there, did my business and was opening the door when. We are so made for each other and I want to do so many things together with you in the naughtiest ways.”It was at that moment that I felt the cock at my anus push firmly into my bum hole and slowly slide upwards filling me completely with its warm, hard form, but there was no pain with all the lubrication that my bum had received, just a wonderful completeness as I felt my ass accepting the animated tube, accompanied by Adelle’s not so whispered words “Yvette, your cunt is so wet as that big. I’m sorry, I said at last, sighing deeply and looking into Steve’s stunned eyes. There was much I hadn’t told Steve. I’ve been estranged from my family for quite a while. No, it doesn’t have anything to do with Steve. My family and I stopped talking to each other long before I met Steve. Why is that, you may ask? I’ve always been the headstrong type, and when you’re a Muslim woman, that can be seriously hazardous to your health. The Somali community in Canada is facing an internal struggle over.