Fantasizing about how I'll sleep with every one of them, perhaps several at once each night. I feel a stiffness come on. It's not a problem, nobody ca... see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that. The lit lamp radiated soft yellow light. A bottle of water was on the bedside table in case he got thirsty. While we were climbing the stairs, he came around a bit and said he had to go to the washroom. I was waiting for him on the other side of the door. He must have been running his fingers through his hair with cold water. Drunk as he was, he had never looked better. His shirt was unbuttoned and my sweater that I had pulled over him earlier that night to protect him from the icy air was. I couldn’t stop. The itch was too strong. I had to cum. “Fuck. Fuck me. God damn.” I realized later that fingers had gotten me off twice tonight. The third time was going to be done right, by a big dick or two pounding away at me. Jake pushed me further down, grunted and spewed a second burst, then a smaller third. He was done. I have a trick Jake had not seen before. As his dick got smaller, I kept it in my mouth, swirling our juices around his dick. I am able to use my tongue to lap up and. Something had to give, and sadly it was my schoolwork. My grades suffered and I simply couldn’t afford to stay in school, so I asked at the cafe if I could work full time. I took myself to bed and cried my eyes out. The door had just been slammed in my face. I wasn’t going to pass my A Levels and I wasn’t going to University. All my hopes, all my dreams were crushed and I knew I would never escape from this shit hole of a city. When Dad fell in through the front door that night, I went.