Taking one hand away from my breast, I ran my hand through my hair and down my neck, gently grazing behind my ear, then down my body past my belly but...on stopping at the dip at the top of my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips. My legs had spread of their own accord, the breeze now gently kissing the lips of my pussy. My hand teasing the inside of my legs not quite reaching the points where I knew I needed to be touched. I pulled harder on my nipples and squeezed them, feeling the pressure run. He said wait, I got to sign this and have you run this back to the mailroom right away. Then I noticed he had a 299 game bowling trophy on his office shelf and I coyly asked him if he bowled. Ron replied “I had a 255 average but I don’t bowl much and it has dropped to a 195”. I said that’s really high, I’m on the university bowling team and hold a 195 average. My late father loved to bowl and I was “daddy’s little girl” and went with him every week. I still love to bowl, maybe it’s because I. But I have betrayed his trust. I have done something that I have not revealed to anyone. And someone might say that the lack of guilty emotion inside of me makes this whole situation a lot worse.In order for you to understand what I am talking about I must go back a year or so. My friend Daniel was eager to find a college that best suited him, he was excited for what his education would bring to him in the near future. After an exhaustive search he finally found the "right college" in his. If you're curious about where my inspiration comes from, check out their story Humans and Homesteads, under the "The Cock Ring of... Magic Glory Holes?" chapters. I welcome and even encourage anyone and everyone to submit chapters, though I will be moderating this. Gotta have some quality assurance, of course. Anyway, onto the premise!)(ANNOUNCEMENT April 20, 2019! I have decided to make my Twitter public. If you want to get updates (I'm planning to update my situation a bit more frequently.