"What was my last instruction?"He must think me a fool! What is wrong with me? I must concentrate, must try harder to please him. The first tiny threa...s of anxiety begin to form a knot in my stomach as I slowly begin to raise my hands from my sides, and then extend them above my head. I sense from the tone of his voice that he is mildly displeased as he reminds me that he offered to help me with my hands. What does he mean? How can he help me with my hands?With rising confusion, I feel him grab. I was in a relationship and very happy, I was soon be be a dad, in a great job, super fit and loving life... she was a pampered little girl, clearly daddy's princess, a dreamer, a typical college student.Yet we became friends, and at a great cost to myself. I started to drift away from my current realtionship, started chatting to her instead of working, sacrificied my own time to be her friend when she needed a shoulder, or needed help her personal problems.. I was infatuated and didnt realise. He lifted my legs up and placed one on each of his shoulders. Moving forward he rolled me back which lifted my ass up in the air. Slowly he removed his fingers and placed the head of his cock against my now lubed and stretched ass hole. He leaned forward more and his cock started to move into me. I immediately felt pain and gasped which made him stop. He kissed me and told me to relax which I tried to do. He leaned forward again and I felt a little more of his cock slip into me and a lot more. So why don’t we float around this little bit of smoke and watch the two men drink their beer. One speaking the other nodding. One who will speak is about 5’11’, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a tanned skin that must be from the summer festivities of mowing and grilling, and is of a average build. The other it doesn’t matter. John, can be whoever, we only want to know about Nick. Nick, our old friend whose hazel eyes are now tired, and he’s taking another deep inhale of his Monarch cigarette. He.