I struggle to stay awake, like many of the other students.Jana surprised me when she called Monday night. Vanessa set her up with an appointment with ... couples therapist. I didn't understand why she wasn't going to someone for anger management but Jana had refused to go to any of those because they were all group sessions. Since the appointment was for a couple, and Jana's issues were with men in general, my presence was required. We didn't have to be there until the following Monday, but. The ceiling was much lower and a single lamp left on the floor shed light down the aisle, books s**ttered about, some in piles as tall as me. From where I stood I could barely make out her figure moving even farther back. Her shoulder straps swung to the rhythm of her step, and I could see her ass shifting under her skirt as she walked into the dark.I turned the corner and found her there, tucked away in a little nook - a small closet, sitting taught upon a stack of thick books. Her back kept. Good. I don’t want to see anybody smiling. I don’t want to hear them laughing. Or even see them going about their daily routines. Because, whatever their personal difficulties, I envy them. Do you know how lucky you are, just to have normalcy in your lives? I’d give anything to have that again. But you can’t help me. It’s been three days, do you hear? Three days and two very long fucking nights since the funeral. And I haven’t stopped crying. Yeah, I know. Who cares? Damn it, Peg, why did you. I got on top of her and pulled her thong off and threw it off to the side. Then I slid my dick into her wet cunt. I started out slow and then started to speed up when she started moaning my name. "Now I know why Lauren loves fucking so much." "Yes fuck me." "Fuck my cunt." "Yes yes yes." "Fuck me harder." "Yes." "Oh yesssssssss" she screamed. Her cunt tightened and then relaxed. "Pull out so you can cum on my face and tits". I pulled out of her cunt put my legs on each of her sides grabbed my.