Formally we went into the living room and approached towards the sofa. That sofa was very much eye catching and as I sat on it with Heena beside me; I...imagined the fucking scene of Mandira and me, on that sofa, in doggie position. And since that moment I decided that to bring my imagination into real. (Read this experience in part II. Yes, it came true.) Then as usual, we discussed about the disease and by that time Miss Mandira explained what we dream, is the stored data in our sub-conscious. As hard as I could, she would fall to her knees sometimes but I'd pick her right back up. How I wanted to fuck her as hard as she screamed. The last time she fell to her knees, I kept her on her knees, enough spanking for now. Instead, I rubbed my cock over her tits. I picked her up and threw her back onto the bed and crawled onto the bed with her. I took her legs and spread them, rubbed the head of my dick over her pussy lips before I penetrated her. I couldn't believe how soft and. He asks me why I left, I knew he would, so I showed him the messages I had gotten. He asked why I didn’t come to him with these or the police, I told him I couldn’t. That I was told I was being watched, which was why I left instead of telling anyone. He asked me why I believed what I was being told, and I told him, the pictures did a lot in helping prove the point. When he asked what pictures, I showed him the ones I received. The ones that had him leaving my dorm, the picture showed him. Finally, Amy said playfully, ‘Hey, I’m hungry. Shoot your load. We can break for supper. Then, I will entertain a suggestion that you move your stuff from your hotel to here. What do you say?’ Tommy laughed, ‘Sounds like some sort of entrapment to me?’ With that, he gathered her legs up, and placed his hands on her fanny. His weight now fully on her, with his head along side her’s, he stroked long and deep into her until he too enjoyed the joy of orgasm. As the football season went along, Amy.