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When I was younger my dad died. That’s when I started stuttering. I felt like I had no control over my life. But when I crafted these models I had control over them. Through my hard work and following a set of rules I could craft the outcome of these little worlds.” He brushes her red hair and kisses her forehead. “My stutter is gone, indian but this need for control still remains.” Cynthia stayed in Friday night. Lounging in a pair of blue, lace, stockings boy short panties and a pink silk crop top. She needed him again. But Rob had gone out. She couldn’t stop thinking about his dick. She found herself lightly brushing her pussylips through her lace panties, or pinching her nipples through the silk top. She sat up when the door opened. She had been watching a racy movie on the couch. Cindy felt a twinge if disappointment when Hannah came in behind Rob. Disappointment turned to humiliation when she realized the cute brunette had caught her in her lingerie. Basically throwing herself at Robert. Would she be angry? Would Hannah want to punish the redhead? “Lookin sexy.” The brunette grins at her. Then Hanna lightly squeezes Robert’s crotch. “But, if you want Rob’s cock you have to wait till I’m done with him. You can have my sloppy seconds.” The girl tosses back over her shoulder, with a friendly grin as the couple enter Robert’s room. lingerie Cynthia pinches her nipples as she enters her own room. She grabs her dildo. She will need to release some of her tension. Later, Cynthia lays on her stomach. Drowsy in her bed. She had given herself a pair of decent orgasms and was now waiting to see if she would fall asleep or get up. The door to her room opens. Robert enters, naked. His dick erect and glistening. Hannah stands in the doorway pulling on her shirt. “Fuck her good.” She tells Rob. Cynthia grunts as her roommate climbs on top of her. His dick slimy against her ass. Still slick from fucking the little brunette. “You call me Charlie jus’ like everybody else, and you don’t be ‘fraid to set me up in a room with some racist Jim , Charlie can handle hisself just fine, li’l miss.” The old man’s dark skin was deeply furrowed by a lifetime of wrinkles, but Rebecca found his stubborn, provoking smile quite charming. She quickly roused Donnie from his sleep and sent him indian scurrying to his bedroom. Jeff then reached down and undid the two straps that held her son's head to his mother's pussy. "And how are you going to win me" she asked delighted by his reply. I put one finger into her pussy getting it sufficiently wet before that digit began its gentle assault on her ass. She said that like me, the ‘itching’ had long gone and she now hated it when she had lingerie a bit of stubble. However, I have made an adjustment to your pay. He gets up and stands right in front of me. Very slowly, sensually even, he drops his pants. He was losing control as he pounded her. It was how I was going to play my role. At that exact stockings moment she knew that she was now totally hers.