I stood up and started to watch it.By seeing the video I am sexually aroused. He came very close to me hugged me from behind, started to press my both...boobs. He is kissing on the backside of my neck. Oh my god it was my weak spot .He is kissing there continuously I stood there like a statue.He removed and throws my nighty to corner of the room. Now I am only with my red bra and panty. He took me in his hands went towards bed room and throw me to the bed. Within seconds he removed his t-shirt. Perhaps out of instinct... Under that short skirt and over her pantie covered sex. That large middle digit began to rub at her swelling pink pearl through the thin silk. "Ms. Morgan... I think you already know the answer... Ever since you began attending my lectures you went from vocal skepticism to sitting in the front row quietly... Staring... I see you have a fiance from that ring on your finger... He must be white. The wicked man asked, already knowing the toll it was taking on her mind.. I grabbed one of the other cocks with my other hand and stoked him while I took the third, and biggest, cock into my mouth. As their cocks swelled and hardened in my hands, the one in my mouth was almost getting too big to handle. They stood me up long enough to pull my dress off and expose my 38DD tits and my hardening nipples. I laid back down on the deck and grabbed my two cocks to suck on and stroke while the other guy slowly pulled my g-string down and off. He then licked his way up my. ..Away! away! for I will fly to thee."(John Keats - Ode to a Nightingale')There's one thing about those Romantic Poets, they definitely understoodthe mundane. When I first read this poem I didn't understand it. I meansure, I got it - enough to write a ball-braking essay on the subject inthe halcyon days of University. Eating toast or takeaways for every meal,staying awake until 4:30 in the morning. But I never truly understood it.For the uneducated out there, in "Ode To Nightingale" Romantic.