During the time at college I did have a brief relationship, it was a guy from the hardware class, Michael. In the end he turned out to be a stupid bas...ard who had it in his warped little mind that he owned me, but he did end up being my first, I often wonder what the hell I was thinking. Anyway, this story isnt about secondary school, or college, its about university and the real guy I love. I ended up going to university in the city, so I moved there and found a nice little flat, I got myself. He began making out with me, grabbing at my tits and moving his hand up my skirt, playing with my pussy. All of the lights were on in the hotel room, if anyone had looked up even slightly they would have seen us. I opened my eyes and looked and sure enough, there was a man and his wife standing watching us, they were middle-aged but they were thoroughly enjoying the show.This guy then got to his knees and began eating me out, my foot on his shoulder, I closed my eyes and grabbed at his head and. Well, we will see who has the last laugh!I double check that Anna is securely fastened to the chair, then I switch on the butterfly. Judging by her sudden rigid posture, it must be quite intense. And then I up the game by lighting four candles and holding two over each of her breasts. She orgasms quickly after that, which allows her to blow out the candles.So her next orgasm several minutes later is more relaxed. But now the candles are back, and for good measure I remove the wax from Anna’s. Those underwear I kept hidden in my own dresser draw led to so many nights masturbating in my bed to his deep strong masculine scent. It was a scent and smell that filled my mind with the pleasures and sexual arousal of what I imagined every strong and masculine grown man must smell like in between his legs and deep inside of his nestled ass cheeks. Some 30 years later I am still as aroused from the heightened sexual rush of eating a mans ass out and thankfully have met so many men who really.