We barely talked to each other during college. But after talking to her for 2 days straight, we became friends. Friends who were there for each other ...at all times. Morning and night. Becoming friends with her wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to fuck her. I continued chatting with her for a month until I finally found a way. After a month I finally got the perfect dialogue to insert that sexual edge that I wanted. I finally got my start. Just as always we started normally and in the middle of the. "Good thing I keep an emergency pair in my purse," Paul though as hepulled out a soft brown pair and stepped out of his shoes. He then steppedinto a empty stalland pulled his hose completely off and sat on the toilet topull the new pair up his freshly shaved legs. He Stood up to yank it overhis hips until he felt the crotch tightly locking his penis in place. Paul leftthe stall and walked up to the sink, where the woman was still checkingherself over in the mirror."Don't you just hate getting. ‘Spread your legs, slut!’ she hissed, and I complied, moaning a little. That evil grin of hers always turned me on, and she knew it. She rammed her cock into me with little fanfare. I groaned as it invaded my deepest depths, spearing me to the core. She rammed it in again and again, setting up a quick rhythm. I felt ripped in half, and I loved it, utterly exposed to my Daddy’s will. I reached down to rub my clit, but she caught my hand and pinned it above my head. ‘Oh no, you don’t! You’re in. Tomorrow were goingshopping sleep now sleep now" was all heard someone whisper thendrifted off to sleep contented really contented in the land of dreamswhere we are all safe.I awoke early next morning to the sound of the dawn breaking my assstilled throbbed from my spanking the day before I was completelynumb inside rejected from my family and no doubt will be rejectedfrom my peers. How could I face my father after I shot my cum overhis leg oh god why did I do it what happened to me I rubbed my.