Fit, smart, an enthusiastic and inspiring lover, well mannered, well spoken and, to say the least, well hung. My parents owned a dairy farm in the sou...hernmost part of Sweden. They also bred pigs, since the yield from the cows alone wasn't enough to sustain us. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was only 2 km away and I had half the house to myself. My boyfriend, who lived in the next town, came to visit as often as possible. We usually spent our time fucking away. He kissed, nibbled and sucked, finding the sensitive nub and flicking his tongue over it. She cried out as her first orgasm hit her, shaking as he continued to pleasure her. When she could think again, she reached down and put her hands on his arms."Ben, please. Please." Please, what?" He laid more kisses on her thighs, then worked his way up.Emily could sense the tension in his body; he was teasing her but he wanted her, too."Please make love to me. I want you inside me." I thought you'd never. I can barely control myselfVaishali: jaan, you have full rights on me. You can fuck me anytime, anyplace. I am all yours.Vaishali: and I love the fact that I have that much of effect on you. Sri, bhabhi ko sach mei meri ghulam bana rahe ho.Me: haan vaish. And I want you to use this authority. In a way you may not have yet imagined.Vaishali: what is that.Me: make her your sex slave. I want you to have lesbian relationship with her. And I want you to take her whenever you feel like.Vaishali:. Unfortunately,Paul got his rocks off pretty quickly while I hadn't even had a chanceto cum."Did you want to take some pictures?" I asked him, trying not to showhow annoyed I was that I hadn't had a chance to finish. "To rememberthis by?"Paul stared at me in disbelief, then scrambled to pull out his cellphone. I posed for a few dirty pictures, then we both got dressed againand went back to the party. I had little doubt that those pictureswould be making the rounds among Paul's friends before.