These days, I’m a student at Jennings College, a small four-year private school located in the town of Avon, a few miles away from the great city of...Boston. It’s a place I once considered home away from home. It’s also where I met my former sweetheart, Lorelei Braxtor. Who is she? Just the woman who broke my heart by running off with one of our old professors. This story is about how we met, fell in love, made long-term plans and how it fell apart. And last but not least, it’s about I got over. She held me in her arms. "It is all good. Let it all out girl."After having calmed down I shook my head again. The braids touched mycheeks."Please, would you please make it just one braid if you insist on mehaving braids. It would look more adult. Right now I look like a manwith a little girl's hair-do. It is too embarrassing. Please."She stroked my hair and relented."Ok, a French braid then it is."After having it done she lightly kissed me on my cheeks. My hair were sotightly braided that I. There was also a crop and several paddles of various designs within the chest. Finally, he had removed a first aid kit and some aloe lotions and began to explain about aftercare and how valuable it was after a particularly severe session. He reassured her that they would build up slowly, and it would be months, probably, before he considered using some of the things the chest contained. She had smiled at that and could see the excitement his face had held, tinged with concern, as he waited for. He held my head and forced himself deeper in my mouth until he began to scream my name as his hot loads shot to my tonsils.I continued sucking him, thinking he was going to go limp. I was mistaken as he pulled me to the bed and took me from behind. McKay spread my ass cheeks, exposing my tight entrance, which he bent down to lick before sliding his middle finger in. He heard me moan and tell him to slip another finger in. As I told him how good his fingers felt, he told me his dick would.