I’ll call it fucking because from the sounds it was definitely not making love. I can still remember how hard I got as I listened to her moans and g...unts. As our relationship grew, she continued to flirt and even went to some of the after hour parties without me. A good friend at the time cautioned me how she often fucked one of the bouncers at the parties and even had a sexual relationship going with a guy named Thom who was in town attending DeVry University. Our relationship started to. She always wore short clothes and I could easily see her boobs everyday they were awesome.. Day by day the clothes started getting shorter and she could understand I guess that I was getting hot, she used to tell me about her experience about her fuck sessions and they were seriously rendezvous One day she came only in her bra and thongs and started doing her exercises, I couldnt stop staring at her, she caught me and asked “ aise kya dekh rahi ho, pasand aaya aapko jo dekha who?? Saying this. ” Emily didn’t sit, He made his way over to his desk where he poured himself a glass of whiskey, then another. He beckoned her over and he offered her a glass. She shook her head.“No thanks.”“Take it.”Emily’s fingers tingled as she wrapped her hand around the glass. She wasn’t against underage drinking, but she had a feeling this wasn’t a good setting. She took a sip. It was a familiar burning and smoking sensation down her throat. But it wasn’t like the cheap booze her friends bought. It was. He knows what feels good to a penis. He enjoys making me nearly scream with pleasure with his mouth. The most interesting thing is that sometimes he'll be giving me a blow job and cum when I do without being touched. Well that's not entirely true ... I do make sure to caress him and to let him know that his efforts are appreciated. The others in the house could get jealous of him, 'cause he likes that activity so much that he'd keep me drained dry by himself if they didn't demand rides. Beth.