Last year I'd already lost three by now." Well, so you make sure you don't get any more, you better get movinginside."She nodded. "See you later Camer...n, thanks!"I turned and walked back from her dorm heading towards my own. 'PoorMeg...' I thought. I didn't want to see her turn into another Beth.'Beth...' I thought sadly. I'd seen her at Christmas the past coupleof years, and even a couple of times this past summer since themonitoring from LPS had finally ended. Her dad had gone and gotten. When I said it was a risk for me I meant having a discussion of this nature with you. Surprisingly, even though I'm openly homosexual, I would still be in more trouble for talking about sex to a boy than to a girl. My concern is what would their parents think of them calling a teacher up at home? Do their parents know about their leanings? Or their relationship? I'm guessing not, most parents aren't comfortable with the idea of their kids being gay, and they certainly don't want to think their. .. and then the nightstand on her side of the bed. You slide the drawer open and find a small vibrator and a very long and thick dildo. You smile that evil grin as you take them both out.You strip and lay on their bed and open your legs as you buzz your clit. You wonder if your man is going to follow your cue and discover you fucking that woman's toys... or if it'll be one of the guests and would they stay and watch... and each version brings you very close to a delicious cum.The door opens and. "Oh God, Irene. You feel so good. So hot and snug, baby. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you. I knew you needed this." Then, with a lunge, he buried all twelve, thick inches in the woman's body, driving the air from her lungs as she was penetrated beyond anything in her limited experience.Irene's long legs rose to wrap around his hips and, using that leverage, she pulled him even deeper. Her arms enclosed him and, as he began to fuck her, she felt the unmistakable surge of orgasmic.