But, for the first time in my life I wanted discretion and asked the guys not to spread the word.We were together for about 3 years while Mark graduat...d and (only then I found out that he was from a wealthy family) started his own company, and I studied 2 more years till graduation. We lived together happily like a married couple. There was hardly a day that we didn't fuck, and every day was like something new, so we never settled into the normal routine like other people who slowly lose. "Ooops, sorry" she says to him, he knowingly smiled and offered to slide down, giving us a bar stool. "Thanks, this is Kelley, I'm Liz, What's your name?" she asks, and within a minute we all had fresh drinks on Will's tab.Will was well spoken and polite, he even was able to talk about anthropology with me, this being about the most use I had made of my recently acquired Bachelor's degree. I had never been with a black guy before and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have his. An ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can not choose, while my body revels in the sensation. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured book, a coveted painting, and he tantalizes every square millimeter of me, until I am shuddering, gasping, wanting. At last, I hear his voice, smooth and full, and he says only three. 'What does he want to see daddy'? I spoke in a barely discernible voice, I felt like I was about to have sexual intercourse and my father was going to watch. Dad looked, 'Your tits', and as the word, tits, slowly sank in and reverberated in my head, I heard dad tell me to take my top off.I stood up, my legs shook and it felt as if my knees would buckle at any moment. I lifted my top and watched my father's face as inch by inch I revealed myself to his gaze, the guy on the computer was of no.