Woo jhijak raha tha pur main too pagal ho gai thii main nay apnay doonoon hathoon say us ka chahra pakra hooa tha oor us kay hontoon koo choos rahi th...i us kay hoontoon koo chat rahi thi oor apni gurm gurm zaban us kay moohn main daal rahii thi phir main nay apnay hath us ki shirt kai under dall diay oor us kii gurdan pur piar kurnay lagii, uff uss ki shirt kay button kholnay lugii ur phir us ki qameez utar di oor us ki banian bhi uttar di oor us koo apni banhoon main zor say daba kur us kay. I know where you keep your toys and start to rummaging in the bottom drawer and find what I need, I have you well and truly restrained and even if you try to look, no matter how you stretch your neck I am out of eye-line! I have found your velvet cat and cannot resist using it on your on your bottom and thighs, not really hurting more a sharp sting, but still making it nice and red and soon I can feel the glowing heat starting to burn up your bum! You try to say something but can only gurgle. Very bad. And that’s what she set out to do.When Meghan arrived at college her freshman year, she was eighteen years old and in a new state. She knew no one at her college and nobody knew her. She could be whoever she wanted. She yearned to be more experienced with sex and told herself that her only goal the first semester was to lose her virginity.During the first month, she dated some boys in her dormitory here and there, but none seemed right. Meghan had always been attracted to older men,. It was something I had been thinking about. For some reason the girls were pushing hard to add people to our little group, and I was falling hard for those same people.I had no way of proving it but my guess was it was somehow a byproduct of my genetics. Not that I had mentioned it to anyone yet, because how do you test for impulses? What I did know is my genetics were aggressive in trying to propagate themselves. Putting that together with the girls feeling a strong impulse to add new girls.