I threw him my dressing gown, while I grabbed one of my round-the-house shirts, an old work shirt which my father had generously donated to me. Nothin... kinky, but what girl doesn’t love her father? Even after a fair few washes it still, somehow, had his scent on it, making me feel warm, comfortable, secure and a thousand other nice things all at once. We went down the stairs and into my kitchen, where I found some breakfast stuff. ‘cereal or toast?’ I asked. ‘Toast.’ ‘Good. There’s only enough. I can't stop crying...I have never been so shaken physically or emotionally... My lips mutter a weak yes...then I clear my throat and say it again...more clearly.-I want you...Please give it to me. I beg you...-and I know I really mean it, my body is twitching in a mix of orgasm and desire, it's not over, I want more.Then his flips over me, spreads my legs with his knee, while he is holding my arms above me. His grip is immensely powerful, if I'd wanted to, I wouldnt be able to move my arms.. We were going strong and were planning for experimentation. One evening, Sharath returned from the volleyball game to the room accompanied by a guy called Suraj.I had known him casually as a hostel mate, our batchmate, interested in chess, music, etc. But with maths as the major and so not as a close friend. Sharath told that Suraj knew everything about me and was eager to meet me. He was of Sharath’s height, fair. But he appeared stronger with his gym-toned body exhibiting broad shoulders,. She lubed his darling dick up and thenpositioned herself over him until she had it lined up perfectly with hersoft, moist, hungry anal opening. As she settled down onto her owner'sprick, Tommy heard her let out a contented sigh and then watched as shebegan to pump Tony until he couldn't take it anymore. Her thighs weresplayed out over his two legs and her own distended, purple tipped, cockwas bobbing up and down in full view of Tommy and the rest of the club. Tommy could see and hear her silky.