Everything was a blur.In my mind's eye, I was naked and kneeling. The surroundings were unfamiliar to me beyond it was, or seemed to be, a small room....I think there was a doorway and windows but there were bodies all around, bodies with cocks of all sizes. Some were standing straight out, long and pointed, others were barely more than lumps of flesh and hair. There was what I perceived as a line, one after another, men stood waiting, some talking and all of them looking at me with lust in their. The night overpowered her; she breathed in deeply, breasts rising in the dusky purple depths above The City, and nipples taut as rope. Stars crested the maroon sky, then faded into rare flashes at the horizon. A massive full moon ascended like a bubble, amidst faint misting clouds. The heat was tropical. She was a singer. Weren’t all women once? She had the calling of the Siren, a Lorelei, destroyer of men. Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise. She was a redhead and an absolute bitch in every way but I loved her. Her first name was Rose and she was as beautiful as one. It all started when I found a flattering picture of her in the school paper. I got hard the second I saw it. It was a picture of her in a black dress, and she was wearing five-inch stiletto heels. Therefore, I did what any guy would do and took it with me into the college toilets. I guess you can imagine what happened next but because of all the excitement, I forgot to. I saw her and felt like there is some movement in my underwear.I controlled and then took our train. We were very happy because this was the first time we were going outside for 2 days. On the way we talked normally and enjoyed the shatabdi breakfast. We could see the eagerness of having fun with full enthu in each others eyes. I was thinking about those two 32 watermelon which juice I will drink for next 2 days, about the back of 28 which will be in my hand and 32 hips & bums which I will slap.