He is my soul mate. He is not my boyfriend! He sits behind me in my lectures, so close that I can smell the exact brand of aftershave he is wearing. I...am meant to be listening to the lecturer but I can only think about him , his body and his personality. We were meant for each other, but for some reason we were apart. I had never felt his touch; his hand in my hand. Not even a poke in the back when he rushes past me in the corridors. It rips my soul, but I am to shy to ask him out. I know he is. What is your dress code?" Uh-oh. She and Peter had been talking about the dungeon stuff. She had to be thinking about that. I was scared shitless, but no one had told Little Jay. My compass point had just ticked north."Um" I fumbled. "I usually chose whatever was best for the shot. Justin always took my lead." Sure. The fact that Justin wanted to see me in that stuff, is beside the point."Well then", her grin was distinctly predatory, "why don't you and I go look over the material? Justin and. It was a joy rolling back his foreskin and easing his glistening bell end into my mouth for a good suck. Carol was all over Irene feeling and sucking in all the right places. Pat gave my cock a good hard sucking before Carol pronounced that Irene was ready for some cock. My wife bent over the back of a well padded arm chair, her legs astride exposing her wet gaping cunt. Pat stood behind her with me to one side to guide his cock into her waiting hole, Carol held he piss flaps apart and the. I took her hips in my hand and buried my face deep in her crevice. I slowly licked her sex and was overwhelmed by the pleasure it was giving me. I drank deeply from her pink flower, exploring each petal, and every fold. I heard her moan my name, encouraging me to explore, to probe, to find the secrete she held for me. I could feel her sweet nectar running down my chin, and I moaned. Not wanting to let one drop of this honeyed ambrosia miss my lips. She shuddered, and I knew my assault was.