I bent slightly forward and took in a deep breath and the smell of fresh lady juice filled my head with visions of what was to come. During the 10 m...nute drive to the cafe,she reached over and lightly stroked my cocktail that was still sticking straight out of my zipper. This was making it very hard to concentrate on driving. She really knew how to work a cock. She would stroke me to the edge and then stop just long enough for me to calm down, then she would start up again. When we arrived. These kinky adventures add tremendous spice to your relationship.Coming to the story, it was a Tuesday. I had returned from college by 11am as I had morning college. There was no one at home. Chichi was at college and suddenly I got a text which read, “baby I’m bunking the last 2 periods and coming over.” I replied with an instant yes. I was very excited because we were getting the chance of having some fun and getting intimate after many days. She reached my place by 1 hiding from the prying. I was so engrossed in what was happening to me that I didn't see James and Shirl leave, the buttons on my blouse were now open and my bra lifted up and Peter was kissing and sucking at my breast, Peter's hands were now right up my skirt and was pulling my knickers down and off my thigh's open voluntarily and therefore gave him full access to the most moistAnd private opening of my body, in the meantime my hands were undoing his zip and my hands soon had hold of his erect penis, somehow and. Yet we adapt and survive on pure strength of will by clawing and scratching toward the light at the end of the tunnel. Forthwith I take another white colored capsule and I too will survive. To purge oneself of unspeakable recollections requires delicate handling, dismal treachery and much to my dismay, seven years of medication. I speak of these things as if I have firsthand knowledge, yet I still hear demons echo… ‘Vicious is the whore who fucks without feeling.’ Even now ten years later, I.