She removed my pants and underwear. Her smooth touch of fingers over my penis has sent power through my veins, making it harder.She slowly moved the f...reskin and started rubbing the gland. She started moving my foreskin to and fro, giving me a blowjob. I said I want a blowjob with her boobs.She holds her boobs and started pressing them simultaneously. Meanwhile, her husband went down of her and started licking her deep while rubbing her clit. I inserted into the lower cleavage (below her boobs). “So you want to be my bitch?” He said, to which I loudly said, “No. I didn’t say that. I want to leave, please. I came by mistake.” The door was locked when the warden left, and one of the seniors was standing in front.“This is the first time a first year was so open about this,” he said as he came closer to me. “Well, let’s be honest. Aren’t we all gay? Bisexual, to be exact. We watch porn. Do we always watch the girl? No. We watch the cock more. Especially, big cocks. Why? Instinct. We know. I loved the way it looked and the way that it felt, and before long I loved the way that it tasted. I felt sorry for those girls that didn't know what they were missing.It was months before we actually had intercourse in the back seat of his car. We were both eager, but nervous. He didn't want to hurt me, I didn't want to be hurt, and neither of us wanted me pregnant, at least not yet. We both hated the idea of rubbers, so I found out what I would have to do to get on the pill and I went to a. I didn't think the weekend could get any better. I rose and went out to the kitchen and called my man’s name. I failed to get a response. There was a note lying on the kitchen table telling me his friend had free Patriot tickets. He'd left me at home alone with his son. I wasn't satisfied with just sitting home for my Sunday afternoon. After taking a shower and having coffee, I was bored. I went online to see who was there for a chat. About an hour into reading, a few chat windows opened and.