Your fingers applied pressure as you used your grip to draw my face closer to yours. My lips parted slightly in response as you pulled me closer and ...itled my chin upward. My neck strained slightly at the pressure before slacking as you removed your hand from my chin. My relapse did not last long as you replaced the pressure of your hand in the locks of my hair, making sure to weave tufts of it around your fingers. The pull of my hair causes my head to tip back further as you maneuver me to. Do you have more than one bedroom in your home?" Ron asked."Yes, we have three. In a few years, we planned on needing them. What does that have to do with anything?" Questioned Paul."What if your best friend from college just happened to be in town and needed a place to stay for a week? You did have friends in college, didn't you? You said 'especially, a black man,' is she prejudiced?" Ron wondered."Yes, I had good friends, but I have never talked about them. It's a sore spot about me going to. Fir woh raat ko humaare ghar main hi sone lagi baton baton main usne bataya jain sahab to kabhi kabhi hi usse lagte hain meri bv boli mere to din raat lage rehte hain fir unhone wohi bf dekhi or raat ko saath main bed room main chale gaye wahan meri thodi si bachi rum padhi thi pehle to usne mana kiya fir maan gayi meri bv khoob saare juice main rum daal ker mila diya or peete peete baaten kerne lage wo boli ki jain saab jab kuch nahin kerte to tum kya kerti ho woh boli ki yeh bhi koi poochne. Not knowing what to do next, I just ran away, back downstairs and into the basement. I was relieved to see that all the other girls were asleep. I laid down to go to sleep but I couldnt get the image out of my head and before I knew it, I was touching myself again. I couldnt keep doing it with my friends sleeping around me so I snuck into the bathroom, got completely naked and fingered myself on the bathroom floor. I went at it for what seemed like hours, exploring my body and cumming countless.