She turned around. As I taking in this amazing body in front of me, I get to her little panties and notice something peculiar. A little bulge. I sit d...own, which in hind sight got me even closer to it.“your k**ding me?” my voice began to raise. “is that what I think it is?” I asked even though I don’t think I wanted to know the answer. Her head just looked towards the floor. My cock softened. In what seems like a lifetime I looked upon the most outstanding of bodies I’ve ever come across with. Ashley would often tell me I was the best dick she’s had. Part of me believes her but the other part of me believes she’s a slut that says that to any guy to get his cock harder. Either way I love what a slut she is. I remember fucking her doggystyle in front of the mirror that night and covered her face with the biggest load I shot out. She looked up and smiled, “Thank you, Daddy!” I nearly nutted again. After we finish we often lay in bed and talk before we go again. Ashley tells me about how. Stunned at the confession from a straight guy(as I thought him to be)and particularly on a topic, not discussed in public, I did not answer him directly. Slowly, he asked for my opinion and reaction about the rampant same sex affairs & gay marriages. His intentions were quite clear and I realised that we were going completely off the track from the main chat, smelling a rat!! He confessed, ” No, bhaiya, you have attracted me like a magnet by your charm and warmth (which I wanted to tell you. Dunn’s plans, he had no reason to refuse (other than a desire to sit and read his book in peace). However, she was pretty and he supposed there were worse things than her company over supper. He had changed his mind by the end of the meal. Chantelle ... had an attention span shorter than her skirt. She was unable to talk about anything beyond fashion, celebrity lives and her work as a glamour model. The latter might have been interesting ... but wasn’t. He’d always despised people who merely.