Fir hum donone dher sari sexy baatein ki. Mene usse pucha ki kya tumne kisi se ab tak chudvaya hai? To vo boli nai. Mene pucha ke ab kya irada hai chu...vane ka? To vo kuch nai boli. Mene pucha ke kya tumne ab tak blue film deki hai? Vo boli nai. Uske room me computer b tha par internet nai tha. Vo boli ke mujhe blue film dekni hai. Mene kaha thik hai kal me tumhe blue film ki cd tution me copy me rakhke de dunga. Mene usse pucha ki kya tum hast maithun karti ho? Vo boli yes.Me to roj nahate pe. He tasted as if he'd been in someone already and my excitement rose thinking of cleaning a thick used cock. I heard him sniff loudly and deeply and his cock jumped in my mouth."I like poppers, they make me cum so hard." he announced and then he stuck the bottle under my nose and commanded me to sniff really deep, which I did, his cock still in my mouth.He began talking to me in a deep dark voice, "I hope you like the taste of arse and cum because that slut back there took my load up his arse. I dip my pinky into my hole. I gasp. Quickly I do it again. "My my." I whisper. Eventually the rythem gets steadier. My breath gets faster. I can tell I'm getting close and slow down. Turning over, I reach under my bed and grab around for my lucky purple vibrator. I turn it on and reach back, tracing it up and down my ass crack. When I get close to my pussy hole, I gasp again. Let's do this. I turn back over onto my back and send the vibrator to my clit. "MMM." My breathing is faster and more. But the rest. Some religiously induced fantasy...No. It being real made the most sense. Whatever was behind Alan's preaching (and it WAS preaching), she had felt it. Felt the truth. It was truer than Sunday School had been. Then again, her book on astrology had seemed truer than that, and she had felt most of that horoscope stuff had been crap. Her a Libra? No way.Satisfied, she slipped into the day's outfit. A skirt. She definitely wanted to wear a skirt. She couldn't say why. Something about.