“My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug. He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties. There was a metal... box next to the bed for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door. Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime.“What’d you do, sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair. He motioned for me to sit on the bed.“Yeah…” I said. Dad tsk’d.“If she finds out…”“She won’t. She worked a double today. You know she. " She looked at the two of us. "Objections?" Luvit!" Brindy replied."Sure. I have this wonderful crew."Soon we were around the table, enjoying, as Brindy puts it, the best lasagna in town. Watching her and Carlita working off a recipe was a particularly enjoyable Saturday. Carlita's tendency towards use of peppers worked its way into the effort. Brindy says she's getting used to the heat now.Talk around the dinner table. Brindy. "People say that red wine goes with lasagna. Have you ever been a. I figured screw it this is my only chance, and bent down some to place my big dick on her ass crack. Still asleep. I leaned back some, and now my 8 inch dick was just below her pussy. In the same spot I had place my index finger, I held onto my circumcised dick and pushed that up to her folds. It was warm. I pushed. My dick head went in through her folds. God, that felt good. I had no idea… I pushed a little farther and my dick head went through her lips and stopped at her hole. My big round. One new message. "Hey doll. Wanna have some fun?" And in the message was the picture of me from the other day that James took on his phone. My slutty, disheveled image filled the screen. My clit throbbed at the memory. I bit my lip. My phone went off again. "So, slut, who did you fuck today?" Before I could reply, another message. "It would be a shame if that picture found it's way to the dean's office... Do you want the dean to see you like that, slut?" My heart raced at the thought. I could.