“Um, okay,” I said, then figured it’d be a good time to add, “Oh, by the way, uh…I’m gay.”He looked at me with a sideways smirk, “No k...idding. I dunno man, I’ve thought a lot about it too, I’m thinking I might be gay. Heh, I’m just so horny right now, haven’t gotten any action in a long time…”“Well, we’ll just have to see,” I said and smiled. Then I reached down to pull down my plastic pants. All of a sudden, he stopped me, looked at me with a wild grin on his face, and shook his head. . .it goes through my body and makes me bring myself up to your body...you take your tongue across the roof of my mouth, sending such a rush through me all I can do is arch myself to you...you know this and as I arch you ram your cock inside of my cunt...I'm holding myself up with my feet and legs and resting on my shoulders. can feel every time you ram into me, my clint being rubbed on by your pelvic...sending even more sensations into me...making me want to cum so soon...you keep thrusting into. She remembered his laughter, as she would march around. She also remembered the way that her mother would sing to her at night before she fell asleep. The hot treats that Mammy would give her, even when mother said no. These were fond memories. Alison grew up on the banks of the James River in Virginia. Born in 1843 she was the pride and joy of both her mother and father. Being the only girl in the brood did not hurt any either. The only real draw back to her childhood was the desire that her. We hadn’t had intercourse, but the room was drenched in its scent: something like clean, sharp sweat washed down with diluted bleach, warm and organic in the air. Both of us were sticky with lust.The sun was setting as we walked naked down the hall, hips touching, still kissing. In the master bathroom I spun all the faucets open, quickly filling the room with steam. Stepping into the shower together we were immediately immersed in hot rain, water fountaining over us from all.