It was now late February about eight weeks after my first arrival and GSAAP luncheon and 2 weeks after our return from Skye and 10 weeks before my fli...ght back to New York to go to graduation at my College in USA. Life had changed. I was Miguel’s. Miguel and I already close, became closer and more contained to each other. Our mutual classmates started to refer to us as Mig-Belle. A silly moniker that I didn't particularly care for, but Miguel didn't mind. He seemed to be proud to have me as his. We were each other’s first kiss and first sexual partner. Since we grew up fully trusting each other we would often drift apart to find new partners but we would always find our way back to each other. A few years back we got an apartment together and our old habit of drifting away and back quickly subsided into us having a steady relationship. In our apartment we had our separate rooms and bathrooms, but spent our nights sleeping in my bedroom. In the morning, she would go to her bedroom. He could not bear it any longer and shoved his cock in my wet pussy. He began fucking me while I stood there in silence, wandering what was going on there.The huge black cock was shoved so deep into to me, all the way to his balls. He began thrusting in and out of my now soaking pussy; he pulled and pushed me as he fucked me. My whole body moved back and forth against the wall. I had never felt anything like it, and there was nothing to which I could compare it. Especially, I think, was the. First of all, she was occupying my thoughts far more than I expected. I kept thinking about how I could find out more about her. What was her secret? The most obvious conclusion was that she'd been burned by some guy and she was just protecting herself from getting hurt again. That was the most obvious conclusion. I had a hard time coming up with other reasons.I told you early on that I just scraped by in high school and never went any further with my education. That doesn't mean I wasn't smart.