I had fuck toys, and sometimes damn good fuck toys, but no lovers.Could I have had a lover? My body just said yes, when I felt my muscles jolt. Maybe ...t could have been Marie. No, it should have been Curt. How many times, in college, did I shove the feeling of loss to the back of my mind? How many times did I call myself a coward for not staying in touch with him, only a few hundred miles away?More awake now. Out of my mouth comes "Dammit girl!" Umm?" Noise next to me. Noise from warm. Omigod.. When I told this to my friend Marimuthu, he begged me to arrange the 1st floor for him moreover he told that he got mad from the day he saw my mom and he is masturbating twice a day thinking of her. He also told that he can pay any amount for rent. That evening I told this to my parents and they said ok for that .After 2 days he shifted from hostel to my home. From that day he daily came to my room we both masturbate on seeing my mom.One day Marimuthu brought Kamasutra book in that we read a. My shoulder length brown hair hanging in waves. My C cups were bulging out of the unnecessary but adorable push up bra, with the slightly too low cleavage of my favourite black dress. As I stared at his bulging manhood, I felt myself dripping with anticipation, nothing gets my wetter than a hard cock that is just for me. When we arrived at his house he offered me wine, I told him later and took him by the hand, looking for his bedroom. I told him to stand in the corner and take off his clothes,. This past Monday morning though was different and I forgot how crowded the bus was now that University was back in session. I got on and took one of the last seats at the back of the bus only a few stops before it began to over fill with young students on their way to class. I must say this year’s crop was as good looking as ever. (At least as far as I could see when the inside lights came on during the stops). There were lots of bright eyed fresh faces eager to soak up knowledge before they.