Instead, it was simply because I always fell hard for the “really nice guys.” The kind of guys who don’t date-rape their girlfriends in the back seat of a car. Indian hot sex After that, for the six weeks or so, Ray and I began using spermicidal foam in conjunction with the condoms as our go-to birth control measures, which was a damn good thing, since about every third or fourth condom would break inside me while Ray was humping away. And as you can imagine, Ray was just as relieved as I was. Why else would he have chosen to corner me in the bathroom? The point I’m trying to make here is that I never knew exactly what Ray was going to do, when he was behind me like that. Of course, I also didn’t know if Freddy was actually “done with me” yet, or if he was just “taking a break.”
But after waiting long enough, so that I was sure that Freddy wasn’t going to be coming back for a “second go-round,” I eventually managed to regain my composure enough to take my hands off my pussy, and pull my pants and panties back up. So basically, I was okay with letting Freddy feel out my butt-cheeks and my ass-hole for
