You can call me Craig and I’ll keep on calling you Miss Bloom. Or,” he says, smiling down at me, “you could call me daddy…”Then he grins as ...though it’s a joke, turning to walk back to his seat, a large armchair upholstered in the same sumptuous fabric as the boat-sized settee I’m perched on. If his seat is anything like the sofa, it’s extremely comfortable.As I digest this little quip from Craig my eyes are moving around the room, although I’m completely sightless to the books lined up on the. I pull out the vitamin bottle. It is covered with my cum. I hear giggling from outside the stall. I guess I must have really gotten into that fantasy. I was a little embarrassed but fulfilled.In college I was a bit of a loner. I did manage to hit a party or two,but I would rather be by myself. I was in my own element. I was able to explore more things to stick into my vagina. One day I was studying for a final and I was so tired,my eyes were beginning to cross. I looked across the room and. Firstly, because nobody else in the family knows about our lifestyle and secondly .... she would never agree to having her sisters husband. For her, that would be cheating at it's worst. So the whole thing was done blindfolded and in silence. It wasn't the first time she had been blindfolded for sex, as I love that scenario and it's a fantasy of many guys. She also loves it. So as risky as it was, we did it and it was a huge turn on for Gareth ( who couldn't believe his luck) and for me. Our. He was looking so very content and she took her pallu and wiped the dripping semen off her face.The movie was still going on. Both rearranged their dresses. But it seemed Montu Kumar was insatiable. There was a lengthy scene of fucking which was going on in the screen. Both were watching it with clinging each other. After watching the fucking scene in the screen, the giant cock of Montu Kumar leaped up again. He made her hand touch the dick again which she found semi erect. Ohhh...God...this.