I didn't see a lot of my housemates on Saturday, as I was settled in my room sweating over my books and lecture notes by the time they finally got out... of bed, but someone had obviously finished the washing up - perhaps because all the mugs in the house were soaking in the bowl in soapy water, they had realised they had to rinse them to be able to have a cuppa! I had a brief word with a couple of the lads as I headed out to work just before twelve, and again during my all-too-brief break in the. She turned an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment about having blurted that out.“Then maybe you’ll show me your cute little arse?” He asked cheekily.She burst out laughing and gave him an expression of “Are you mad?”He looked at her lustily and asked her to turn over, pull up her dress and lie face down on the sofa. She looked at him astonished. Was he being serious? She didn’t know what to do or say. She was so caught in the moment that she turned and nervously lay down on the sofa,. Meeting me at the door with that loving, adventurous look in her eyes that said: “I want you!” We kissed just in the doorway, our kisses becoming more and more passionate, my hands roving over her swaying hips, hips that coached my near erect penis into a painfully hard state. My right hand found its way under her dress and I started stroking her hot mound, that was turning so wet at the core. With our mouths locked in a deep kiss my hand slid under her little panty, my index finger finding its. ?Stop Amber, please!? ?Just tell me something. That’s all.? ?I?I just can’t.? ?So there is something?? She took my balls and squeezed them softly, increasing the pressure over time. I made small grunts which evolved to screams as she tormented me. ?This doesn’t have to be this hard, you know. Don’t make me crush them.? I was on the verge of crying as her hand gave me stomach-churning pain. ?Ok?ok, I’ll tell you.? ?That’s more like it. Go ahead.? She said giving my soft cock, slow strokes. I.