Not long after we got on the road she reached over and started rubbing my crotch and grinning like a maniac .I looked at her and returned the grin sin...ce I knew what she had in mind . " What's up Hon ? " I said . " Not you yet " she said still with that grin and she started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my shorts .Soon enough she had my shorts completely off and was stroking my growing cock ." I think you should be dressed the same as I am for this " I told her so she started to remove her. Resting….Robert still rubbed his cock head between my legs. Getting more of his cum on the head and then rubbing over my slit. I said be careful don’t put anything in me. He kissed me again and I felt the head over my slit and we both wiggled. Not in me I said but then felt his cockhead slightly go in me and I thought this wasn’t good. Robert pushed all the way in me and felt his warm testicle sack on my ass. I said you shouldn’t have done that, you have cum on your cock. He started a slow. Raj………Bol rahi thi use bhut maza aa raha tha. maine uski tshirt utarne laga to usne mana kar diya maine bhi zid nahi ki aur mai tshirt ke upper se hi uske boobs press karne laga wo aur bhi mad mast ho gayi aur ankhain band karke garma sanse le rahi thi to maine uski tshirt ka batan khol kar apni tounge se chatna shuru kiya to uski sanse aur tej ho gayi maine tshrt ke upper se hi uske boobsSuck karne shuru kar diye wo boli raj kuch bhi karo lekin mujhey aur maje do mujhey bhut maja aa raha hai. It was only later that night when the guilt set in. Deep, long-lasting. For four days, I did not dare talk to him. For three nights, I tossed and turned. My sleeping dreams resounded with the barks of masters, parents, judges, magistrates, reproaching, shaming, condemning. Then I'd wake to waves of relief knowing it was a dream. I hadn't done anything wrong; I wasn't going to prison. A mere moment later I'd be overwhelmed by the consciousness that I had indeed done something heinous.And yet, I.