When he thought about her, he wanted her. He just wanted her. Not sexually, just her, he just wanted her.He pulled in front of his house. Morgan had b...en there several times, had been to his bedroom. His bed had been to small, her feet hung over the end, he had to remove the foot board, she had been depressed and didn't like going to his house, she always wanted to go to hers.He helped her out and then led her into the house. His parents were at a party, so it was dark. He led her upstairs. I didn't need to be told to pout my lips into a tight, wet circle for him to fuck: I had learned that growing up. The wet sounds grew even louder as he thrust his hard cock in and out, in and out, in and out of my obedient lips.He then told me to spread my legs as I knelt on the floor before him. I didn't know why, but, at this point, high on the total dominance this boy was exercising over me, I was in no position to argue. I positioned myself to take it from behind.Almost the instant I did. My mind started wandering. I have always wanted to be with a woman. I think a woman's body is so sensual, just begging to be handled with care. I think about how the curves need to be caressed, the crevices stroked gently, and the mouth kissed softly. Unaware, my hand drifted down to my pussy and started gently stroking. I had forgotten that I wasn't alone. My finger was gently touching my clit and I let out a soft moan. That is when I felt a tentative hand on my leg. My eyes flew open in. After that, she went to her room and I went to the hall to watch the tv. Actually, I was waiting for her to sleep. After some time, when I went to check whether she sleeps or not, I found her room closed. I became sad. I thought my whole work was a waste.My first day was a waste. Then, another same thing, I did after coming from the college. I again mixed the sleeping pills in her water and again she went to her room and closed the door. My 2nd out of 7 days was also waste. I was totally sad.