. I could feel my cock twitching in side my pants.. "remove those pants sissyboy.those will not be a part of ur life anymore" She says... i obediently...remove my pants not noticing the pair of panties in her hands.as i lift my head she flings those on my face and tells me to get dressed and meet her in the bedroom.as i came into bedroom,the room was completely dark.From a corner i heard a loud familiar feminine voice... "Come over sissy boy and just fucken do what is told".i comply to her. Picture my lover's beautiful, perfect cock, glistening and moist. The cock you were kissing and licking, hard and throbbing, practically glowing, right in front of your eyes. Picture his wet, sexy cock in my hand. Now lick his cock from the base where my hand is holding him, all the way up the shaft to the little slit at the top of his head. Yes, just like that. Do it again. Slowly. Imagine every vein, the texture of the skin, the warmth under your tongue, feel it pulse and jump as you slide. They were both madfor football but he was Liverpool and she was Man Utd, talk about yourMontagues and Capulets.......................................................My last year at school was a curious combination of serious and magical.If I still saw her at Georgian events Pamela leaving for Oxford was areminder that I was now pretty much an adult and had adult decisions tomake. I saw her brother Robert from time to time and in his way he wasa reminder of that. He wasn't any less of a treat. It was the most erotic and wild sexual experience I had ever had up to that time in my life. But it didn’t end there.Dave slept in our bed with me in the middle and my husband on my opposite side. I was the first up the following morning. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. On my way back to the bedroom, I asked, “Is anyone up for a quickie?”“You can have the honors, Dave,” Jack said, handing me off to him.“Get your ass on the bed,” Dave ordered, and I did quickly, getting on all fours.