I was 18 years old and took the train to High School in Boston. I’d come across all different types of people, everyday – all ages, shapes, ethni...cities, etc.One day, as I was walking towards the train station I noticed a woman in front of me pushing a baby carriage. She was Arabic/middle eastern/Muslim and wore a head scarf; she was wearing one of those full dresses that I often saw women of this ethnicity wearing. I instantly noticed her hips and ass – her hips were wide and her ass jiggled. I'm coming," I responded.I got out of my room and joined my mom, sisters and aunt in the dining hall. We all had dinner together by the dining table."You know it's a good thing that you broke up with that slut. She wasn't good enough for you anyways," my aunt Sheila spoke. She could tell that I was still upset about having broken up with her.Aunt Sheila was my mom's older sister and she and my mom owned our house. Aunt Sheila had black hair, brown eyes, a sexy body and many people told me that. ” She spat the last sentence, probably in memory of some piece of crap boyfriend from her past.“He did seem to have quite a temper,” Rachel said. “But I already told you that part.”“The bruise on your hand?”“Yes,” the doctor said, holding out her right hand, where I light but noticeable bruise wrapped around the back of her hand.The policewoman leaned in to examine the bruise. The other women examined her bust as it strained against the light blue police blouse. “It kind of looks like a chain. She took his cock between her hand and mouth and suck down one side of it, then the other. All the while, she kneaded his balls. After a while of that, her mouth left his penis and she jerked him. She ran her tongue down the underside of his penis and when she came to his balls she sucked them into her mouth one at a time. He felt the cum rising, and wanting to prolong it, he pulled his dick back and put his mouth on her. The only think that he could think was how good she tasted and how.