Life became worse if such a thing was possible. She counted the days until her eighteenth birthday, it finally meant her freedom.College was the start...of a whole new life for her... or so she had thought. She was away from her mother and for the first time in her life she could relax. There was no one to constantly hound her, to strip her of her pride and dignity. At first it was a simple pleasure, peace and quiet even in the hustle and bustle of college life. Her time was her own, her life her. ..''pushed down back head on my lobby wall , him getting his pants down''i need my boy slut mouth before work''''wait i need to go to school''''open dont fight it, its my mouth ''''yessss fuck , this is my little mouth boy dont never forget what you are ''''oh shit yessss''bang my head agaisnt the lobby wall''this'' bang ''mouth'' bang ''loves'' bang bang bang ''daddy big'' bang ''fat black cock''bang bang bang ''yes boy you are mine''i was face fuck and trying to get it in my head banging on. For those guys with hand fetishes I have small, soft hands and I was wearing bright pink nail polish). My mouth was watering for it, I was in luck, Mike had a condom on him. He took it out told me to slide my pants down a bit and rolled on the condom. It was fun to see the red condom roll over his cock. I told him I did NOT want to have sex assuming that is what he wanted asking me to slide my pants down a bit. He only wanted to feel me up is all he said. As the condom went on I went down. My. It was a vital part of our relationship. “So what’s up?” Carol asked, sipping her wine as we walked toward the ridge that ran along the road. That road was the only reason I put on shorts for the walk. Our neighbors tended to be somewhat conservative. “Well, last week was fantastic, and you’ve totally amazed me with how well you’ve embraced events,” I began. “But like we said, we seem to be changing some long standing rules that have served us well. Your wanting to know all the details of what.