You’d better believe I was one miserable (and frustrated) college man! It was Friday after Thanksgiving, about three o’clock in the morning, to be...exact. Smita had been out on a date and came in a bit tipsy on Margaritas. We always chatted after dates if the other one’s light was still on. My light wasn’t on when Smita reeled home that night, but she came in anyway. I was fast asleep and the next thing I knew someone tumbled into bed beside me and started tickling me.”Smita! What the hell?. In her dream she was enjoyinge being fucked in the ass, She squeeled, moaned while the mystery man screamed “you are now my sex slave, you are now my rundi” Priya wanted to know who this mysterious man was who was pounding her ghandh and turned around to see “oh not again madhav again”. Priya woke up and Aakash was asleep. She opened her door to get water from the kitchen and like always she heard moans while passing Nandini Bhabi/Madhav Bhaiya’s bedroom door. The next morning while Priya,. To do so, I'd allowed a journalist, Max Murphy, a long interview with me. As he entered, I was displayed mostly like he and everryone had seen me by now at countless debates and speeches: clad in a mostly see-through top that did more of displaying my breasts than hiding them, and a tiny miniskirt, currently hiked up by the clerk who was at the moment railing my ass. His dick wasn't anything amazing, but after a millenium of almost constant fucking, I felt more naked without a dick in me than. ‘How am I doing?’ I asked. ‘Definitely one star.’ I gently parted her labia and dipped my tongue into her sweetness, savoring the taste of her. She flexed her legs slightly and said, ‘Two stars.’ I gently trailed my fingers up her inner thighs and dipped two of them into vagina and began to flex and stroke with them. ‘Three stars,’ she cried out with a bit more emotion in her voice. I moved my tongue up and found her clitoris, a tiny tasty bud which was poking it’s head out of hiding. I began.