Sammy sensed it, she grasped my shaft and wriggled down until she could ease it up inside her once more.We kissed as we fucked. It was beautiful. It ...was wrong, she was eighteen, I was old enough to be her father.It still felt good though. “That was really nice,” Sammy announced, “I never had anyone spunk in me before, it’s really really nice.”“What now?” I asked.“Dinner I guess, then I have an assignment to work on.” she announced.“Not going out?” I queried.“No point really,” she explained, “I. We got in the class and I sat almost next to her bench which was last. During the classes and breaks, we just started to chit chat. This went on a few days. Then she took my number and indeed I took her number. I came to know that she lives nearby my resident area hardly a distance of 5 km.We both travel back and to the college in the same local train. All this went to the next level. I invited her for a noon party and she accepted the invitation. We went the next day as both planned not to. After an hour or so the main band came on, and the crowd tripled in size,pushing Barry towards the front. When everything was said and done, Barry found himself several rows from the stage, surrounded mostly by girls. Feeling the need to piss, Barry looked around and figured he'd do it right where he stood! He discreetly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out and let it go! He was amazed as he felt his bladder drain, that no one in front of him noticed him pissing on the floor beside them!. She wore her customary outfit of leather boots, corset, and a thong, each garment as black as her hair and the obsidian crown that circled it. It was like a vision from my past. The Dark Queen had returned, and yet, there was something wrong with it all. There was no control. Yavara did not laugh sardonically, but cackled insanely, swept away by the chaos she perpetuated. Alkandi had been the queen of chaos, but Yavara was just another slave. Ever adaptable, my little Yavara was, always shaping.