He gripped my shaft and squeezed, he had a little clue of what to do but I could see the inexperience on his face. He kissed the head of my swollen co...k and shoved what he could down his throat, which was all of it. Wonderful, no gag reflex on this one. I told him to slow it down. He made slow intense strokes of his hand followed by swallowing my dick, it was defiantly one of the better ones of had. I told him to stop and straddle my face, he lowered that pink hole onto my mouth and without. "Theman at the bookstore, he was... he was staring at me! Staring at mychest!" Oh honey," Morgen gives me a hug. "Is that what you're worried about?Men staring? Well, I suppose I can understand. It may take some time toget used to their stares. I know it took me forever. Let's see if we canfind something to help cover you up. I think I have a sweater heresomewhere..."I follow Morgen into her closet. It's a small closet, barely a walk-in,with rows of clothes on either side and stacks of boxes on. I moved to talk with him and later that day moved on as usual. I have a habit of seeing and clearing the used apps. As I was clearing I saw that Devi mam had opened my Fetlife app account and seen. That moment I panicked fully. I thought of running out of college.Next day I saw her in college and wished her good morning with full nervousness. She smiled and showed no reaction. That afternoon I got a message from her to join her for lunch at 2. I came to the canteen at around 2 pm and saw she. To have someone fondling and stroking your cock who you’ve never met, cannot see and is having a conversation about it with someone else as if you aren’t even there.One woman, whose deep, throaty voice make me believe is considerably older than my 25 years, is taking great pleasure in digging her fingernails into the back of my already sensitive and stretched scrotum. My not inconsiderable pain seems to be of no consequence, as she discusses her current stock portfolio with a male friend while.