That was a fun car to drive, but I soon wanted something with more character. Now, I’m not into retro styling, or steampunk, but a classic British s...orts-car is something else. A friend who was moving abroad offered me his 1954 MG TD (in British Racing Green!), and I couldn’t resist. It was – my excuse – my reward to myself for my BA distinction in archaeology. A Master’s soon followed, and I began some teaching along with working on my doctorate.And what, I hear you asking, about boys? I dated. I crawled into my bed with a hard on, knowing that Don was in the next room in nothing but his bikini briefs. I didn’t know when we would have this opportunity again. As I lay in bed, I rubbed my cock and balls and played with my ass. I pushed my finger into my ass to the second knuckle. I moaned quietly. I added a second finger as I played with my cock. Gawd, I wanted my fingers to be Don’s cock. I closed my eyes and imagined the first time he fucked me. Another quiet moan.At first, I. She started to unlock her front door and open it but just as she started to walk in some one wrapped their arms around her face with a dirty, nasty smelling rag. When Dari woke up, she wasn’t sure how long she had been unconscious or if she was still home or not. Everything was black. They must have blindfolded her. She tried to scream until she realized that there was a piece of cloth shoved in her mouth and taped over. She was terrified. Wouldn’t you be if you couldn’t see, move, or yell for. He accepted the menu from the waiter and patted the padded bench for me to join him. I knew this part of my training well and unzipped his trousers, voraciously slurping and sucking his cock as he chatted with the waiter about tonight’s specials. When the waiter left, Master relaxed into the seat giving me the opportunity to have access to his balls. I lapped at them taking in his manly scent and feeling his balls become harder and harder. Just as he was about to blow his load into my mouth, he.