On our wedding night Sandra had made the hot chocolate after we had our first sex and I fell sound asleep. Nine months later our Sandra gave birth to ...our first son, Matt. I dont know why all those thoughts ran through my head as I sat looking out over the lake while Sandra unpacked the back sack. Sandra unpacked the sandwiches and the drinks. Sandra the boys and I ate the sandwiches, potato chips and drank our drinks washed up in the lake and headed back to the cabin. The six of us, Sandra, my. One night he put my hand on the front of his trousers, and I could feel the size of his erect cock through the denim, by this time I was really curious as to what a real one looked like, which wasn’t my stupid brothers or on a picture in a book or sex education film. We pulled over that night in a deserted car park and moved into the back of the van, where he had some blankets and a small mattress, and that was when I learned how to make a cock cum with my hands, it was messy, but Mum didn’t. ” “Sounds good.” “Hey, I just got off the exit.” “Dat’s wassup. Pull around to the back. You can park next to a red Nissan,” he said peering out the window. “Okay. What room?” “Bitch, I’ll tell you when you park.” “Okay, daddy.” Jeremiah pulled into the parking lot of the seedy motel. There were crack whores milling about and lots of Cadillacs & Crown Vics. He figured numerous Black men were here getting pussy and ass. He drove to the back and found the car he was supposed to park next to. “I’m. “I like it when you get rough with me. You like it too, don’t you? You feel more alive, more like yourself than what others want you to be,” Mark said between kisses when he felt her resistance cease.“Yes,” Carly replied with a surrendered moan against his lips as her body responded to his pressing urgently against hers. This was exactly what she came here for if she was truly honest with herself.“But my father doesn’t like getting rough with you, does he?”“No, he doesn’t,” Carly said.