I heard a woman crying in the room next to mine not toolong ago. But then she started laughing and cooing. This place is strange andthe walls are too ...hin. I'm scared. But I've said that already, haven't I?I light up a long, slender cigarette and pull gently on it, the rich creamywhite smoke filling my mouth and lungs. I release a plume of smoke and bringthe Capri 120 back to my full, sensuous mouth. Funny. I never smoked beforein my life, but now it seems natural. I've smoked half a pack of. I got to know other students and soon made some friends to hang out with, one in particular was another student named Jennifer, who I got on very well with. She introduced herself to me, "Hi, I'm Jennifer whats your name?" "Rosalyn" I replied, (I had always been called that by mother and teachers). "What do we call you?" she asked, "Rose or Rosie." Suddenly it felt like I could call myself what I wanted and smiling at her said something like, "Whatever fits." At this she just laughed.On Friday. She screamed loudly with ecstasy as she squirted her honey over my cock and balls. Having gone a week without sex (or masturbation) by some miracle, I actually wasn’t ready to cum. I guess that was lucky for me because Liz had more planned and she’d be bitterly disappointed had I only lasted the three or so minutes that she had. Again I was pushed on to my back, this time I heard her bed side drawer fly open and the sound of some metallic bumping together. Liz cuffed my left hand to the head. I did as she had asked me to do and as with all the other's, they too were open to do my bidding. I did knock the women folk up and sent them home with a bun in the oven, and a smile on their faces. Now Mavis was Father's sister, and had never really liked father much. I found out while talking with them that Father had fucked Mavis when she was only ten years old.She told me that Father and his brother Tomas had enjoyed all the women folk of his family. I wanted also to enjoy the fruits of his.