Dozens of students from all over the world lived in this place: Indians, Latinos, guys from Saudi Arabia, Russian chicks, several guys from Europe etc... Actually, it was very international community, where everybody was rushing somewhere, where different speeches were heard almost in every corner. It should be noted that rules of habitation were strict and rigorous, and guys were not permitted to live in a girls’ rooms. Reasons varied but the main point was emphasized on evasion from pregnancy. You know in the split second after you look away, his eyes are on you. All over you, like the hands and kisses of a hungry lover who won't be denied. You sense his gaze flickering from your mouth to your face and to your hair. It lingers like fingers over your breasts before moving down to your hips, legs and ankles. Most men are annoying and clumsy like that, but not him.Instinct tells you he likes what he sees. It's not wishful thinking - you just know he does. And so he bloody well should,. I could feel him applying pressure and I felt a little pop as his head made its way inside. "Damn boy this pussy is tight!"I could feel him slowly working more and more of it in until I felt his balls resting against my ass cheeks. It would be an understatement to say it hurt, but it was a good hurt. As he thrusted in and out he pain was replaced by pleasure. O god it felt good. I could feel my dick twitching as he thrusted harder and harder."Haha, look at that little thing twitch Fred!" Daddy. Mom also said that we would try on thedress in the morning, then she also said that "I would wear whatever ittook to get the dress on", and by the look on her face, I knew what thatmeant! What I wanted, didn't factor into mom's concept of me in a dress inany way. Golly! I could hardly wait!The next morning, right after breakfast, and without any fanfare, momdragged me to my sisters room shut the door, and told me to strip, not tomy briefs, but naked! According to mom, I should "get the feel of.