I don't remember him penetrating me; the next think I do remember is looking up and seeing him over me, feeling him inside of me. My sore ass still wa...s on fire and I could feel my pulse race.Jerome was fucking me hard. Then I felt I was having an orgasm, it didn't seem possible, but it was happening. The black man inside me seemed to sense what was going on, he grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me even harder pulling me to him. He came shortly after me.Then Paddy walked over standing at. If I had acted other than I had with Jeremy; he would surely believe me to be 'loose'. For him to treat a young lady as he did me, under his father's roof, at the very least showed a lack of judgement. But he was, after all, a college senior, and I suspected that he would begin to play the role of playboy as soon as he graduated. Even in these days of 'Victorian prejudices', there were plenty of women with 'painted faces' to satisfy the sexual appetites. As much as I liked him, it would. She felt Terrible and began to wretchedly and dejectedly vomit all over the place. she now heard a new tapping on her window. she looked aoout and saw the moon shining brightly, but no stars at all visible. thit was as if the sky were black except the peephole of a sadistic voyeur, God, watching her in her agony. there was a rainbow over the moon. it was a rainbow of doom. the man in the moon grinned sinisterly at her through the distant silhouettes. civilization was miles from here, as she was. The longer she waited, the more worried Ann became.She went to the kitchen cabinet and reluctantly got down a three- quarter full bottle of Scotch. She had promised herself this morning that there would be no more of this--but she was so nervous now from the waiting that she just had to have something to soothe her frayed nerves. She poured half a glass, put the bottle back up in the shelf and returned to the living room.Though it was now dark outside, she didn't bother to turn on the light..