.." You want me to visit?" Yes, I want you to visit," he responded, as if it should be incredibly obvious. He finished off his ice cream cone and then...looked down at me. "Rory, I know I've just missed the last sixteen years, and I can't expect to magically be a part of all that, but I do have now. I plan to be there now, and in the future, and I don't think it should matter where you are. Maybe you're not looking for a father figure, but I hope eventually, we can do more than just get along and. My dad told me they didn't exist. I walked up to this Que social, a party thrown at their frat house, after I had just got off line for a step show. The guy was 23 years old, at least that's what he told me. He, lets call him Blow Owt, and his line brother chose me and a few of my friends to take back to our dorms, next thing i know they are offering to cook us breakfast. Blow Owt, letting his line brother handle the other girls, came over to me and started to flirt, I told him how I thought. It sure felt good. Images of his giant cock pumping deep in a real pussy surfaced out of the blue, making me squirm at the fantasy.''Push it deeper,'' I ordered and his strong hips surged forward, impaling his shaft to the hilt.A tinge of pain made me tense, expecting him to pull back and thrust again, but he never did. My ass muscles massaged the invading manhood until I relaxed enough for him to continue.Martin stroked my thighs while my ankles remained wedged over his shoulders. He was. "BJ was back at eleven and didn't seem at all surprised to find that I had put a rubber sheet on the bed."This is nasty, you know that, right?" Messy yes, but I wouldn't call it nasty. Besides, I think it turns you on to know that I'll fuck you regardless of how you are." Don't be stupid; I'm only here because you are blackmailing me into being here."Bullshit BJ. You are loving every bit of it. You are doing things that you love doing — I've got you on tape begging for it sweetie — and you are.