I was not sure if she was scared or I made her feel wanted. We stepped into the living room and some dip shit was sitting on a recliner watching telev...sion. "That’s my husband," Debbie said, pointing to him. "This is my friend," she added, pointing to me. "I’m gonna go change into something comfortable, beers is in the fridge."I walked into the kitchen, got a beer and walked to the couch. I set down and waited. This guy never even looked at me. 'Wonder what she sees in him?' I thought to. It was all just a big messed up DREAM.“Oh My Oh My,” I said with a shaken breathing. “What the hell just happened?”I just could not believe I even had a dream of getting gang-banged. And that too in the boys hostel, next to my house. In fact, I had looked at the hostel just a few hours ago.It all felt so real. All those hands on my body, cocks sliding in and out of my holes, the warmth of their young bodies rubbing against mine. It was just too real to be classified as a dream.It was the most. By the time Riki would get out there he would be already up to his chest in hot bubbling water, sans suit, and naked.Tying the string of the new suit around her neck, Riki looked at herself in the mirror, shaking her head at herself. Why was she so eager to go along. He was becoming quite demanding, and though she could not get the feel of him out her mind, she did not quite understand this obsession she had with his youthful form. As she headed downstairs, determined to keep her head this. The older gentleman stood up without further delay, and prepared to push his over stimulated cock deep into her hot pussy. “No!” she blurted out as she felt him beginning to penetrate her. He just knew it was coming, and he was sure she had a change of heart. Not that he could blame her. What was she thinking anyway, carrying on with him in the first place? He stopped his advances, and took a step back, causing the young girl to turn and look at him straight in the eyes: “Paulo, I said.