”Uncertain about the situation, my mum was eager to continue the conversation and reach some sort of conclusion. “But, Peter…” she began.“It... was nothing, Muriel, for god’s sake!” he bellowed out, making mum and I both jump in our seats. “Why do you always have to make such a fuss about everything? That’s why…” he nearly choked trying to think fast over how to get himself out of the predicament. “That’s why,” he repeated calmly, “I don’t tell you about little things like that, love.” He smiled. He concentrated on the lectures, made notes, and generally ignored all the other students. When lunch break came along, he gravitated to the refectory for a simple lunch geared to his budget.As he sat at a table, concentrating on his meal, he found the other seats being taken around him. Looking up, he discovered that his lunchtime companions were the trio: Frances, Freda and Erika, placing their trays on the plastic-topped table. He smiled a small welcome to them as his mouth was still half. She looks up at me and asks me to at least put a condom on. I tell her no. I like to feel it. She looks at me with pleading eyes and then looks down. She takes my cock and lines it up on his puckered asshole. Heather looks up at me poised at her boyfriend’s ass with his little ridged cock sticking up in the air. Ask me to. She rolls her eyes at me. Ask me the way I want you to. She whispers ok. “Say it then, I’m waiting!” I commanded. Heather says in a low voice, “Daddy I want you to fuck Dan’s. One web site was headlined by a brown-haired girl, with a caption brashly saying, “SPURT YOUR JISM IN MY MOUTH!” She looked a little like Jen, though not quite as pretty. He scrolled through the site. There were the usual pictures of naked women, women spreading their vagina lips wide, women’s mouths hovering over a cock, women’s lips touching another woman’s lips. He thought of Jen doing all those things, and the telltale bulge began to surge in his pants.“Hi Mark!”He looked down. It was Jen!.