I am Alice, but I’m no–”“Please, please, please,” she interrupted, yanking Alice further into the room. “Call me Hattie.”A hulking brute...then swung the door shut and latched a lock.“Okay, Hattie. I’m not sure why I am here, other than I’m trying to find my sister and our friend, a little chunk of a fellow.”Alice scanned the subterranean room. The scene was gothic and surreal, like a dungeon without the iron maidens. Tables and booths lined the exterior walls, tucked under shadowy stone arches;. I started to wipe his hairy chest, his back and bending a bit wiped his thighs also and finally came to my favourite part, his cock. I dropped my saree down and cupped his cock in my hands and started to lick of the semen juices with my tongue. My Father-in-law moaned in pleasure when I did that and placing his hands on my head was caressing my hairs like he did to his grandson to show his affection.I completely licked and cleaned his cock and also his balls with my tongue. His thick pubic. Nobody would ever have to know.”“Nope,” Dad said. “No they wouldn’t.” He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back. My cock started swelling up. “Say it.”“I can’t,” I said.“We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new. Am I on the right track there?”“Yep,” I said.“Stand up, son.”“But I’m hard,” I said. Dad shrugged, stood. His hard-on tented out the front of his sweat pants. “That make it easier for ya?”I stood up, facing him, my boner making a. I wasn't 80's Schwarzenegger, but I wasn't a wimp either. My first day I was so very nervous. The whole way there my heart was pounding so to psych myself up I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" in my headphones. I walked into the office bright and early and got my room assignment, American History (score) Mr. Oshack Room 312. Using a map I halfway remembered I made my way to the 3rd floor just as the Tardy bell rang, my plan of being in the room before my class failed. I made it to Room 315 and could.