The scene was enough to convince me that it was time to get naked too. I took some of the lube and used it on a butt plug that I stuffed up my own as... before turning my attention back to the TV that had shifted its attention to the fellow. At this point all three girls were laying on the bed, stacked one on top of the other and the ‘dad’ was licking up and down the stack of pussies, pausing only briefly to lick each one before moving on the next. I still had the bottle of lube in my hands so. I went to the make shift shower I had installed at side of the truck the previous year and washed down. Just as I was pulling up my shorts I heard a voice " hi anyone here?" Round here" I replied. And there she was again.... “Wow! This place is so cool! Oh my name is Candy" I told her my name and she obviously knew who I was “you are the quiet clever guy" she stated. "Guilty" I shyly replied."What else are you guilt off?" Candy said in a naughty pose. My stammering was revealing I had done. Our relationship changed from close to very close friends before leaving to hostel for my third year.In my third year of hostel I rarely find time to chatting with her via mobile. One fine day she called me and said that she was missing my companionship and her husband doesn’t even care about her and he is a work-holic, I comforted her and said that I will be with her in all ups & downs. From that day our relationship started to build in different manner, till that point I didn’t have any. I knew I couldn't change my nature, I had found my fantasy when Iwas a small child, using it to escape reality, maybe I had my excuse,maybe it was justified then, but now, there was no justification exceptthat I was so deeply captivated by those thoughts that there were times Ihad no choices. At times the obsessions became overwhelming, so strong,the day would start and as I awoke my first thoughts would be tomisbehave, it was always the same.I slumbered for a half hour before I got up and got.