“ Oh hi baby, I’m fine”. I felt Daniel position his body behind me. He leaned over and told me to keep talking no matter what my boyfriend heard.... I wanted to pull away but he held my hips in place roughly with his controlling hands.“I know….ya, no really, I’m fine. Uh, so what are you doing right now?” I struggled to make conversation. Daniel moved one hand to caress the skin of my back, my long soft hair, and down back down to my ass.“Baby it was nothing ok.” My boyfriend persisted telling me. Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or family members in our fantasies, being double aroused at least, when there is. ‘Pinch me,’ he said. ‘I want to be sure I’m not dreaming!’ ‘I really love this,’ she sighed. ‘I’ve dreamed about it all my life.’ ‘Yes,’ Ian said. ‘So have I.’ ‘You?’ she said. ‘Uhuh,’ he said. ‘It’s a first for me, too. Come, I want to cuddle you some more.’ She thought for a moment. ‘When I come with you, can I bring some of my things? My photographs or my music?’ ‘I think you should bring everything that’s of any importance to you,’ he said. ‘We’ll have to turn my place into our place. And I. Why do you say that asked Keith. Well that's the size of my cock said Samuel. You fucked her in the face with a 14 inch dick. Damn you killed that chick with a 14 inch cock as a murder weapon. Well I killed them all right but I don't care for any young chicks. Oh said Keith, what do you do older ladies or something. No, I like to fucked twinks. Keith blurted back what the fuck is a twink. Samuel then smiled and said back to him how I love those twinks, but most of them don't like me as a type.