Going into college, I wasn't sure what I wanted to study, so I chose communications. It combined a love for writing with a love for storytelling and a...n opportunity for careers down the road.I live in a house with three other guys (we all have our own rooms, thankfully): David, Roger, and Parker. We are all seniors at the same college, though Parker and I have known each other for as long as I can remember.At first glance, David looks to be your classic frat boy; he works out, has a couple. "I sat back down on the bed, and watched as she slipped off her shirt, revealing a sexy white lace bra beneath. Her shorts then came off, revealing a matching pair of panties. I could tell they were already wet in anticipation. She watched me carefully, as she slowly removed her bra, revealing her breasts once again. They were perfect. Young, supple, with no hint of sag. Large nipples hardened in the cool room. She reached down, and slowly took off her panties, exposing to my eyes for the first. After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left for work each day, I would lay in bed masturbating, thinking of the man with the huge cock and playing with my pierced nipples.Most of our evenings were spent either watching TV or spending time with Bob’s good friends, Sam and Tonya. Often on Saturdays, we would go to their house and drink while hanging out at. "You sound very much like a naive young wife, Desirée. His little affair with Nancy Pace in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like a former love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going on." I don't believe it, Priscilla!" Desirée defended, the bite to her tone automatic."Well, that's very loyal of you, Darling, but not very smart," Priscilla said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I too, have enjoyed his cock since you.