Sit back and enjoy it!I immediately held the sheet and raised it, covering myself till my shoulders. I put my arms inside the sheet and folded my legs...and waited for their next move.Vishal: Relax, baby girl! We’re not here to harm you. We have come just to chit chat and kill time. Dhruv: Honey, actually, the three of us got bored. So they inquired about you to which I said you’re sleeping. So they decided that instead of calling you out, we should come to your room.I thought I can trust them.. The tremors fanning out through my flesh make it difficult to stand. "Bend over farther and place your hands on Mr. Craven's desk." As I do so, I hear him unzip his fly and drop his pants to the floor. He stretches at the sides of my cunt, fingers then stretches, fingers then stretches, loosening the perinea and gaping my hole. In all of my sexual experimentation I have never been so well-used by a man. "I enjoy a tight pussy like most men but the process of opening it up for close inspection. She slid her hands up and down in a rhythm that was almost soothing but kept me on edge. "Good?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Fantastic. Oh, Christ." She began a dual stroke—one hand rubbed circles on the head of my cock while the other stroked the shaft. I wonder where she'd learned that. She captured some of the pre-cum on the tip and continued the circular motion with lubrication. I thought my eyes would roll back in my head and I'd see my brain. As lost as I was in sensation, I. " She stood in the doorway for a minute appreciating the music. She was about 5'6", with very Irish looks - red hair, freckles, laughing green eyes, a kind of sweet but mischievous grin. I remember she was wearing a green t-shirt and jeans that showed off an ample chest and nicely rounded ass. "I'm Angie McGuinn, by the way," she introduced herself as the song faded out, and she entered the room. "Keith Fern," I returned. I stood and shook her hand, "Good to meet you." "You too," she said,.