You mention a dorm. Are you far from home? How often do you get home? Do you work? ?If you do work, I hope it is a nigger appropriate job such as clea...ing toilets or flipping burgers. Not a job with any class or style. This is the first step in your achieving your goal. You need to work on yourself. You need to stop dressing like a preppy or a college student and start to dress like a street nigger. I AM NOT PLAYING GAMES, SO DON'T WASTE MY TIME. IF YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS ABOU THIS, DON'T WRITE. Whilst still holding my shaft he took hold of himself with his free hand and pointed his vertical erection downwards. The strain of this on such a fully erect shaft saw the covering of his foreskin pull back to reveal a deep purple knob. The skin caught momentarily on the ridge of spongy flesh before the helmet fully popped free. I saw the whole organ bulge in his grip and then the good servant cried out as his own fierce stream gushed from him. Almost at once the heavy flow divided itself so. In fact, she was anxious to feel it inside her. He had pleasured her so much, she wanted to return the favor and without asking, she shimmied down his body and took it into her hands.For a few minutes she simply looked at it, running her fingers along the veins and around the ridge of his engorged head. She was fascinated by his shape and the way it was both hard and silky smooth at the same time. Sebastian never said a word, and let her explore him. She even looked over and felt his sac,. "Sally, I didn't know, I didn't know how you would feel," Dad said as he sees the nightdress. But later on the night, he loved seeing me in it parading around for him, and he definitely liked taking it off me, when I eventually let him. From then we slept together we weren't coy about it, when I came home I slept in Dads room, in his bed. In my second year at Uni I met a guy and started dating him, so Dad insisted that we stop being together. I didn't want to, but Dad said it wasn't fair, so we.