She said Kriti had been behaving abnormally and sharing with her friends that she wanted to suicide. Listening this I was left with no word, so I call...d her in her home. Kriti asked me why I left her school for which I said it was for my career. She insisted to meet her once in her home; I consoled her by saying on holiday we could meet. Inside my devil my mind I was cooking something else. The way she was inclined towards me had given me a hint that what I could end up doing but I was in no. It was hot and juicy. She came in about a minute. Flooding my face with juice. I got up and she led me to her bed for a very long hot fuck session. That was December, I was 16, almost 17. I fucked her off and on for six months. After that first time she admitted she had not been with a man for 8 years. I stopped seeing her because she professed her love to me. Wanted me to marry her. Had to end it. Then I had an affair with the widow that played organ at my church. I was 17 then, Gladys was 68.. "Call me Daddy you fag, call me Daddy and I'll fuck that tight ass of yours."* I shake my head, refusing to submit. "Say it!" He bites my neck- hard.* "Fuck! Fuck me. Please fuck my cock loving ass daddy!" * He growls and shoves me over the back of a couch; pulling my jeans to down my thighs. He pulls his hard dick out; eight inches and jutting proudly from neatly trimmed black curls. * He grabs my ass and exposes my virgin hole. "I am so gonna enjoy this." He pushes his dick in; causing me to. Then Lonnie lost it, her image was gone. He woke up in a sweat, not sure where he was for a moment. Then he recognized his bedroom. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a crazy dream, he thought, what a deep sleep. He didn’t dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this time. It all seemed so real. Scary real. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his boxers and they were soaked with his cum. Lonnie stared at the ceiling,.