I started slow. Sliding up and down, enjoying it inside me. Then I bounced on him a little faster. And faster. And soon I was wiping the floor with hi...m, thrashing him about.I was in complete control, but he wasn’t having it. He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and tackled me onto the rug. I yelped and playfully fought him, but he grabbed my wrists and held me down. And he got between my legs.And he drove that prick into me. Deeper than I thought anyone could.We stared at each other, him. He told me that he had literally ran over one guy then jumped out of the car and began swinging at anybody in his way. From what I understand, my aunt lived in a culdesac in a shady neighborhood. Unfortunately for my uncle, there were a lot of guys who fancied my aunt Beth and he had no choice but to deal with them after their many transgressions, the last being a half empty beer can hitting his car. She was going to be 42 this year but her body would convince you otherwise. It was ironic that. The boy was too much like hisfather. A man Samantha had once been bedded by in a moment of lust anddesire. Afterwards when he had found out she had become pregnant with hischild he disappeared. He left her alone and wanted nothing to do with thechild he conceived with her. This changed Samantha as she grew to learnshe could be a strong, powerful and dominate woman, one who did not torely on others.She decided to open her own advertising agency instead of working for theproverbial man. She found. He took my hand gently in his, and a look of insecurity and even fear came about his features. “Christa,” he said, “I have something to tell you.”“Here it comes,” I thought. I had noticed David’s awkwardness around his masculinity, his strange emotional outbursts, and had been thinking that he was probably gay. I looked him strait in the eye, determined to give him the support he needed.“You know you can tell me anything” I said. He squeezed my hand and continued his voice suddenly a soft purr..