Me: for yesterday night…..Shobha: no, its not you. It is rajesh who made me upset. I thought he would get over it but I didn’t expect him yesterda... night.Me: so you don’t like it. You want me to stop him from all this. I thought you will enjoy it but I can’t do this any more. I can’t enjoy singly. Yesterday I felt selfish and rude.Shobha: its not that I am not willing. But the thought that I am doing it with my son is killing me.Me: do you want me to stop him?Shobha: do you think you can do. We dropped our shorts and underwear and sat back down. What a sight it was! The three of us, completely naked, leaning back on the couch, stroking our rock hard cocks. I looked over at Johns dick as he played with it and told him that he had a great looking cock. He said thanks and that mine was very nice as well. Jeff leaned over me to get a better look for himself. Nice he said. He leaned back to continue jerking off, giving my cock a quick brush with his hand as he did. John's penis looked. She sort of teased me, knowing I was hard just watching, but gave me a nice tip. Trembling when I left. It never had gotten to me before but hearing them moaning, and every door I walked by hearing another white woman making out, I started imagining all the gorgeous white pussy that at that moment, all around me, was stuffed with big black cock. I stood out in the hallway like a fool, listening to her and feminine cries of joy from other rooms, just couldn't leave those wonderful sounds. My. I cringed at thought of having to shower in front of these girls who were tall, blond, and with tits you could use as a floatation device. I looked scornfully at my reflection. Perhaps that is why I fell for Miss Crawford. We seemed to be feathers of the same ugly duckling. I helped Miss Crawford, who allowed me to call her Rachel when not in school, with the team, luging around equpment and assisting during practises. I was growing more and more fond of being with her. Whenever she touched my.