It’s a place I once considered home away from home. It’s also where I met my former sweetheart, Lorelei Braxtor. Who is she? Just the woman who br...ke my heart by running off with one of our old professors. This story is about how we met, fell in love, made long-term plans and how it fell apart. And last but not least, it’s about I got over that useless little tramp. Pardon my French. When I came to Jennings College in September 2004, I was a very optimistic and easygoing guy. I had just. I obliged and started eating her. Then we tried 69 position. Then I wanted to fuck her from the back. But she asked me to beg for her pussy. She started treating me like a sex slave. I begged her for her pussy like a greedy dog.She then told me to fuck her in missionary position. I came on top of her and inserted my dick inside her pussy. I took her legs on my shoulders and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. She was giving loud moans and started abusing me with bad words and said not to. I completely understand that I could be a lot worse off. I mean, I could be a slave girl who will never have the complete love and care of a husband, arranged or not, because she must sell her body to survive. No, I may not have wanted this in the first place, but I am grateful not to be like those girls. David is, well, there is only one way to describe him. He is perfection on a platter. And the so said platter is to be served to me! I don’t really know him very much, but I would love to get. It had been a few weeks since I had been laid and I was eagerly hoping to change that this weekend. I was giving some thought to calling up my fuck-buddy, Pam, that I have written about before. But, I was going to a party at a friend's apartment complex tonight and was hoping to get lucky there. If not, I would certainly be calling up Pam to get some of her sloppy wet pussy. Pam was overweight and not much to look at, but she had huge tits and could fuck like a French whore. Plus, she was very.