Then he noticed three HD cameras going into the PC which was in the room. Aunt Mary’s laptop and iphone were on a bedside table. He then opened one ...of the bedside table drawers and found three bottles of lube and every type of vibrator and dildo’s you could imagine. There were several USB sticks there so he left them on the bedside table.He was now looking in a chest of drawers. Aunt Mary had some wonderful lingerie. Jack thought he had better read the letter so he went into the kitchen for a. “Which floor.”“Um ... third.”“Oh, um, that’s like really far from my next class. Maybe some other time.”She walked away and I turned to Sean. “Dude, we’ve got to get out of this dorm.”We spent most of the next two weeks trying to find someone to switch rooms with us, but of course no one was interested. I even asked the blue-haired chick, whose name turned out to be Brianna, if there were any guys in her women’s studies classes who’d be up for a switch.To make matters worse, I was getting. Then again, that could be because running always helps me relax and gives my usually busy mind a break. But this fantasy is not about running and if you think it is, I recommend going back to the start and reading the title again. Given what I just said, you are probably wondering how I could possibly have ended up attending a yoga class. The simple answer is: My friend convinced me to accompany her. She insisted it was for moral support, but I had the nagging feeling she just wanted to see me. Before I knew what was happening he had his very hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. “Is this Ok?” he asked. “I’ve never done it before so go slow” was my reply. Somewhere he got a bottle of lube and spread it all over my ass and then his cock. He slowly pushed his cockhead against my asshole and held it there. He increased his pressure until he slipped his cockhead in. He held it there for about a minute. He told me he’d go slow so it would hurt very much and that it would take awhile.