Emily could see that Rose's breasts were almost flat and reminded her of her own. See noticed that Rose looked almost boyish but yet sexy. She could s...e Rose's neatly shaven pussy, a narrow patch just above the slit, and she made a mental note to try that sometime. Emily quietly undid her jean shorts and slipped her hand down to her pussy as she had in this very spot so many times before. She came fast, hot, and hard and she wished Beth could be here to help her along.Emily wanted to talk to. "Open your eyes. come on. Open them up and look at me if you want that lovely ring again." he could feel her spluttering with revulsion against his cock as it started to make her throat bulge out. She slowly pulled her eyes open, looking up at his face, blurred from all of her crying. The metallic taste of her own blood was strong by now and she felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach was churning and grinding away, and her throat was on the verge of making her vomit. Every time she. There was many a time that semester that she was the fantasy that I jerked off to.One evening Tom, myself and 3 other frat brothers were sitting at his apartment and drinking beer. We were talking about everything under the sun and especially about sex. Tom told me that Jeana would not blow him and it really pissed him off. That struck me as humorous at the time considering none of my fantasies to date had involved a blow job. Evening went into night and Tom said Jeana was coming over and. I meandered into a crowded watering hole in the French Quarter, and planted my round bum on the sole vacant barstool in the joint. I gently gestured to the bartender who was busy preparing a slew of mixed drinks. She nodded and mouthed, “One minute.” I smiled again, adjusted my bra strap, and nodded back. Five minutes later, I ordered a hurricane and opened a tab. The room buzzed with light laughter and chitchat. I watched a smoke plume travel toward the bandstand and land on the bass player’s.