Uncle Albert’s name for his little project was a joke she would definitely not have appreciated, while Connie and Kylie featured only as ‘this gir... I know’ and ‘this other girl’, and I was far too ashamed to admit how I had spent my lunch break, but otherwise I held nothing back. She followed the story carefully, at first with sympathy as I described Albert’s death, then with pleasure (she tried to disguise it but I knew her too well) as I recounted my row with Wendy, but as the tale went on. ‘You feel so damn good, Damien…’ I moaned as my head fell back. He offered the kind of pleasure you weren’t sure you could tolerate. Like it was too much, yet you couldn’t have enough at the same time. Damien picked up the pace a bit, and I could feel my tits begin to bounce each time his thighs met my rear — a sight he appreciated. ‘You’re so beautiful… so fucking beautiful.’ he moaned. He began to fuck me harder, and all those veins and ridges I felt had me wanting to cum again. I could. We had a group of friends of both juniors and seniors. We used to have fun, drink and make noise in the hostel. Few friends were living as paying guest in a different locality. They would come to the hostel for such parties. There were no girls in the group.It was one night when we were all sloshed and decided to sleep. There weren’t as many mattresses for everyone to sleep. I went to my cot and crashed. All the others were accommodating themselves in different places. A couple of my friends. It also had one of the longest piers I had ever seen jutting out into the cove.They had lotteries every spring for employees who wanted to use it on the weekends the company wasn't. You could also use it during the week by signing up a week ahead, as long as you didn't miss work.My name had been drawn for a weekend in late June. None of the rest of my friends were so lucky, and I decided to share it with them. I had it from from 3 p.m. Friday until 3 p.m. Sunday, and it had to be clean and.