” Frances had sorted them four to a room by year.“What about ‘Room I can’t fucking think of a name for’, then?”“You can make up the sign...in Art class,” I suggested. “Don’t forget you’ll have to write it down quite a few times though, and get your roommates to agree.”“What about ‘No entry to smartass teachers‘?” she stuck her tongue out at me as we arrived.“One might come in anyway,” I grinned, going in and dropping her bag on the nearest bed.“I suppose you want to come and ‘tuck me in’ after. We develop it and feel our urge and ejaculation grow stronger as our stroking consumes more and more time. We are slowly centering our lifestyle around it, our schedule and activities. Our cock is at the center of our body and so should be at the center of our life and what defines us. Truly spiritual.I've been reading about cultures throughout history that worshiped the cock, carved idols and statues to it, practiced it as a religion. Siva God in India, statues in Pompeii, Thailand, Japan. A. ‘Malthi, after seeing you here in my room my stomach trouble has gone. You’re magical.’ I praised her with a smile.‘Sir, your dad gave you some tablets. What are they for?’ She asked.‘Oh! He gave me a pain-killer to cure my stomachache. Why?’ I asked. She had swept the room with broom and now she was mopping the floor. Her dupatta was wrapped across her shoulder and tied at her waist causing her left boob to go in for maximum exposure. She noticed me staring at her left boob lustily but didn’t. We could both hear CC’s breath hitch as her excitement spiked, “Oh, yes, my mistress!”I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder and then slide down my side as CC was trying to maneuver in the pitch black. At the same time, I felt a wet warmth engulf my cockhead as Amber slowly lowered her tight snatch onto my steel hard pole. No matter how many times that I fucked either of my two loves, I would never get tired of the exquisite feeling of their velvet sheathes squeezing me as we pumped together.“God,.