. It wasn't her sin!People in America are in general very sexist and frustrated. Sex is sin, clearly!People disgust the girls being abused by guys, as...they were famous sports students.People on the board of that University care about their reputation: blame the girl.People think it's always her own fault, if a tasty teen is abused by her 'friends'.So much to say that I understood her motives. If she can't trust her man, be lesbian!How happy or wise her decision was is another matter ... I might. I used to hate her very badly until this incident happened that I am going to narrate.One evening Nikita called me and informed me that her Mother and Sister are going for shopping, and she cleverly escaped by saying that she has to finish assignments. I was very in cloud high on hearing this good news and immediately started to her home since they will be back in another four hours. I rang the calling bell on reaching her home and a sex goddess opened the door.Nikita was wearing a red lingerie. Open sex was frowned upon in the refectory, but an exception was always made for cowgirls: horniness and feeding were too connected in their minds.Her quick gaze scanned the room for her closest friends, the other inhabitants of the Blue Room, and found them sitting around a table. She sat, too, and had a small espresso, which was all she could take. Charles was gorging on cereal, and amidst much crunching and popping was describing in detail the effects of a Tantric Yoga session to Aisha,. I was confused as his head leaned forward between my thighs. What was he doing? He was moving his face towards my pussy. Why would he do that? What is—“Lord have mercy,” I groaned as Father licked up my pussy. “Oh, yes, Oh, wow—” I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from screaming Daddy. Not Father, but Daddy. It sounded even more wicked. But I couldn't let him know it was me as the pleasure flooded out of my pussy.His tongue licked up my folds. He groaned, savoring the flavor of my cunt. He.