As it turned out it was Laura and Rosita that made it happen.Petri blamed me for her father's disappearance. She told me at her sister's wedding that ...she would never speak to me again and for over two years she didn't. Like her sister before her, Petri went east to school so she was away from home most of that time.When Rosita could no longer afford the expensive tuition Petri was forced to come home. I had thought of her often and when Laura told me that Petri would soon return home I was. . just don't think about it. Just DON'T think about it!" But she did think about it. She kept playing it back over and over in her mind. "That lady must think I'm the world biggest whore. Here I am with a back seat full of porno, my skirt half way up to my ass and me telling her "I'm anxious to get home!" She groaned and tried to think of other things.As she turned onto her street and caught sight of her driveway, her heart started beating faster and her spirits heightened. She had to fight to. I couldn’t believe it. I took a couple of breaths then held them again because I knew he was going to push in farther. I felt every ridge and vein on his fat cock as it slide farther inside me. Halfway in he stopped and said, damn your whore’s ass is tight and hot. He backed out slightly then pushed all of his cock into me. I felt the course hair at the base of his cock touch my asshole. I did it. I had a man’s cock inside me. I was no longer an anal virgin. He started moving his cock in and. ‘It was an adorably cute little mixed-race boy. ‘My name’s Louis,’ he announced proudly. ‘I’m four. How old are you?’ I thought how wonderful to be at the age when this is a perfectly acceptable way of starting a conversation with a total stranger. So I told him my name and that I was twenty-two and we were happily chatting away when someone called, ‘Louis!’ and this woman hurried up and said to me, ‘He’s terrible for talking to strangers, I’m sorry he bothered you.’ ‘ ‘No bother at all,’ I.