I turned my head to one side.“Oh no you don’t B*TCH!” he demanded as he moved to that side and readjusted his thrust. I turned my head to the ot...er side he slammed wet into my other cheek. Instead of moving to that side, he grabbed my head and turned it to face head on (literally) with his throbbing, and now very wanton, engorged COCK. With my not insignificantly sexy and puffy lips-more like those of a woman really-I was in his sights and his next thrust parted my lips, but ran up against my. The next few hours and days had gone very badly indeed, far worse than any of the men and women he had worked with could possibly have imagined.The anti-TaF, anti-Thorn riots that the police had been expecting after the ‘postponement’ of the national elections hadn’t materialised in anywhere near the strength that they had been expecting, but those few riots that did occur were loud and angry in their opposition to Thorn. TaF, and the patrol, had responded brutally and murderously. The police. I mean, we’d see each other each day in school. We’ve shared many classes together. Been in the same school service clubs and worked on projects together. But it’s always been on a basis that we had built upon from when we were little kids. She’s one of my best friends. Better than Ralphie or Jimmy with whom I used to get in trouble with, with great frequency when we were small kids. Joanie and I are friends who can share secrets and not have the entire world hear about it the next day. Our. Does it have to be such a stud?" Evan interrupts. "No I said I'm not..." Malcolm helps him out. "Relax, Connie. I'm not gonna make any moves" he says, winking at her. Connie giggles, "Oh, okay. Just gonna let it happen again. Well, don't make too much noise, lovebirds". Connie looks at Evan and giggles again as he quickly walks inside. "Can we go?" He says. Malcolm follows him and then leads him to his apartment.Malcolm opens the door and walks in. He kicks off his shoes. "Connie is my next.