My stomach had no appetite for food. I couldn’t eat or think of lunch, or even of dinner. I cooked for my daughters and husband and went without. I ...ust wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I just wanted privacy to recall every moment in that closet. What had happened to me there?It was so intense, so unbelievably wicked what we had done.I knew it was wrong, but I could not help myself. I wanted to relive every precious thrust of his cock inside of me. I wanted to remember every vicious word. This was finally going to be my chance to see if the reality was as good as my head fantasies. I was nervous!Slick drove from PA to MA where I was going to school- about 5 hours. He had sent me a care package before our meeting, a pair of his underwear, a pair of his suede gloves, a braided leather belt and a cock ring that was leather with a chain decoration that I wore as a "collar" around my wrist. It was 'in' to be 'goth' in the 90's ok? We met and shared a nice kiss about 11pm in a. Main ghori ban gaya to usane pagalo ki tarah meri gaand par kiss karane laga.Tabhi usane apani jeebh meri gaand ki ched par laga di our jeebh ki nok gand ki ched me dalane laga. Mujhe aisa laga kisi ne aag ka gola meri gand ki ched par rakh diya hai. Fir usane dher saara tel liya our meri gaand ki ched me lagane laga. Fir pahale ek fir do fir teen ungaliya meri gaand me daal kar finger fuck karane laga. Mere muh se sirf siskariya nikal rahi thai. Mujhe ab bahot maja aane laga tha. maine bhi ab. I’d been kissing her ear and neck, nipping at the skin and making her coo and shiver in pleasure when I started to gently coax her blouse off her shoulders, kissing my way down the side of her neck as her skin appeared to me. I nibbled at her shoulder, testing her reaction with a slightly deeper bite.She squealed in response, her hands pulling me tighter and she attacked me, her teeth sinking into the thick muscle where the shoulder meets the neck. ‘Oh, fuck!’ I thought. I was in serious.