All the girls squealed and backed off as my cock rolled around and then started laughing."Its growing!" excitedly observed Sandra as Liz slowly grippe... my cock again. I mentally chalked up another sexual victory as yet another girl had touched my penis. This time, it was the dainty hand of Liz who was squeezing me tight."What do I do now?" she asked in confusion. It astounded me that all these girls were that inexperienced. Sally had touched my cock and knew how to wank me off, but she was. I snapped off the light and they disappeared into the dark.I wanted to slam the door, but my daddy had taken my door away.With one single nod, my daddy had taken my life away.“Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?”Lambrecht’s Syndrome?What had Dad said about it? The doctors argued about it. Maybe it didn’t even exist. Maybe it was the extreme end of normal behaviour. Was that me?Lambrecht’s Syndrome?What had Dad said about it? It came in episodes. It made you obsessive. It made you lose sight of. I took another shower, not so much to wash away the sleep sweat, as to try to clear the cobwebs."Hey girl," Lamar's voice came from the phone. I had answered it still dressed in my panties and bra. I knew that I was on camera, but I also knew that I had nothing worth flaunting. If anything, my body would bore the observer to death."Lamar, what can I do for you?" I asked."I wanted to give you a heads up. We are having a forth for dinner tonight. His name is Harvey Priest." Lamar informed me."And. I would think that stories submitted here might be a fake one as it is practically impossible in real life until I had an experience. Coming down to the story without wasting much of your time.I am 5′ 08 athlete body with an average 6-inch dick, people say I look like an African, but I am a desi boy working as an IT professional in Pune. Initially, my life was very boring with no much activities just to pass my time on weekends I would go to pubs either with my roomies or alone (as my roomies.