At their apartment, where nobody could overhear them except through the secret microphone hidden in the ceiling light where nobody could find it, Bats...hka patiently waited two minutes while Yana stood motionless inside the closed door. Finally, realizing she was so lost in thought that she would stand there the rest of the night, Batschka gently kissed her ear and whispered, "You are being home now, my little blowfly. Please to be telling Batschi what is bothering you?"But Yana said nothing and. He crawled on the bed, kissing me, my hands sought out his cock, stroking the hard shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts painfully hard, roughly pinching my nipples. My cunt loved it, a flood of juices wept from my hungry hole. I broke the kiss and saw Private Brasher had stripped. His cock was shorter, but thick, and uncut, the dark head peaking out of foreskin. I patted the other side of the bed and he shyly walked over, sitting on the edge. Youve never done a threesome before? I asked the shy. The dark mahogany furniture is very high quality with a four post bed in the middle. You run your hands along the bedspread feeling the soft material and make your way to nightstand. On it resides a Daniel Steele novel which obviously means this if the wife’s nightstand. Feeling naughty you open the draw to see what is inside. To your surprise sitting right on top is a rather large purple vibrator. After quickly glancing towards the door and not seeing anyone you pick it up and examine it. This. That, to me, was now alien.Sitting under the huge oak tree at the bottom of the school grounds with my eyes closed and dreaming of tall dark handsome strangers like in my books, I couldn’t help but notice my unusual unease. Yesterday was the same too. I couldn’t concentrate on the fantasy. Normally by now with the school bell close to sounding he’d have whisked me off my feet and we’d be declaring our undying love. All I’d managed to do so far is piece together his face.Everything was ok at.