. my flat mates children used to play downstairs in the evening so whenever i get a change i used to chat wit them and sum times i used to play wit th...m… meanwhile her daughter became so close to me …. i used to get her a chocolate everyday.. aunty also very happy that her daughter doesn’t feel that she is alone… i used take her a ride in my bike and car…after that aunty also became close to me… she used to talk to me very frequently and if she wants any help also she used to ask me… day passed. And I won’t be late home from the party.”“Okay, I don’t want your studying to suffer. I’ll take the two nights this week, plus a minimum of 4 hours study over the weekend, plus be home by midnight on Saturday night. Deal?”“Okay, deal.”So, maybe that wasn’t such a good example, but the point is, he was always going to say yes to the party, he just wanted to know if I wanted to go enough to bargain for it.But last night, when he said, “Once only,” he used that voice he uses when he’s dug his. She moved her head back, her lips clutching like limpets to my shaft, and a length of my prick made a brief appearance from her throat before being swallowed right down to the root again. She moved her hands and stroked my balls and scrotum, well at least those parts which were not disappearing into that gulping gob of hers. How long she kept this up I couldn't say, I was in heaven, with her mouth worshiping my prick, and her fingers stroking my balls and investigating my arsehole.A sudden. But I was mostly just excited to find out what it would be like with Steve. I spent all day Saturday with knots in my stomach. I barely ate and around 5:00, I got in the shower and made sure I was clean and fresh. I put on a little makeup and did my hair, dressing in a nice sun dress and heels. I wanted to look great for Steve. When I got to his house, he was waiting for me at the door. He dressed nice, too, wearing a button down shirt and khakis. I walked in and he embraced me, kissing me.