A moment later, Jen responded by firmly pressing a finger against my perineum, and massaging it vigorously. I couldn't take it anymore. My knees buckled a little as I came hard. "Of course, Kenisha. Latoya is your baby sister. I ain't no dirty dog that would be disrespectin' your family like that. I wouldn't--" "Yeah, well, a lot of gay men and heterosexual women have died from AIDs by having anal sex," she said shooting from the hip in her desperation to explain her imagined reasons why she wouldn't have anal sex with her husband. 'Well, if you're in, I'm in,' I said, finally accepting the incredible turn of events. Unsure whether or not Jen heard me, I repeated my warning. "My brother always liked you, if you know what I mean," said Marcus humping the air with his hips, as if he was humping her ass. "Just as I would, too, he'd love nothing better than to get down and dirty with you, if you know what I mean, baby," he said squeezing her ass. We were on the second floor on the platform that was hanging high over a narrow alley and it was very dark below. I then realized that we had locked ourselves out of the building. Going down the escape ladder to the street below would be out of the question. But I decided to worry about that later. Jen held her breath and closed her eyes as I grasped one of her legs, lined myself up, and pressed forward. Jen shut her eyes tightly, her face taught. An instant later, she inhaled sharply and, arching her back savagely, cried out, 'OH GOD!' Finally you gave a short little laugh and replied, "Why don't we find out? Want to?" "I never have had anal sex," she said in a soft voice, while looking more uncomfortable with the subject. Seemingly more concerned with her hair than with her husband, she ran her fingers through her dark tresses to fluff out her curls.
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