''Kerry: Oh yes sir!'I'm starting to lose count of all these guys she fucks. I hope its my turn tonight.I arrived back home to an empty but clean hous.... Lights were off and it was silent. I text her before I set off saying I was coming. She must have gone out. I put my things down and grabbed some water and headed upstairs to my room.Opening the door, their she was. She was face down on my bed, with her ass in the air, plug still in, with her hands handcuffed behind her back. "You ready daddy?. "I wanted to reach out and cup her glorious orbs that sat only a foot away from me. She stepped closer to me and I could feel her stiffened nipples through my own shirt as her hand touched my inner thigh and traced up towards my crotch. She could feel my hardening shaft and new she had me. I put my coffee on the bench next to us and reached out with my right hand and dragged it along her cleavage. She let soft moan escape her lips and undid my zipper. "What if someone comes?" I whispered. In a. But, when you are 18 years old and your every fiber wants to leave the cold, lonely, and windy plains of western Kansas, that’s all that seems to matter.He picked the University of Arizona in Tucson, Arizona. He was looking for a dramatic change and he certainly found it. He loved the city so much that he never left; he never even thought about leaving. With his office just across the street, it sometimes felt like he was still a part of the campus scene. But, at 30 years old, that might seem. And that was when I saw the look that I will carry with me into dotage. It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned on. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned on. But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve been in this exact scenario I’d invite you not to consider me a twat for suggesting.