Would she have a change of heart? Would I get in there and she tell me that we can't do that again...she got caught up in the moment last time? Or, w...uld I get in there and she take charge and fuck my brains out? The latter thought took presidence, and my cock began to grow in my pants. About 10 minutes after I sat down, a nurse came and called me back. As I approached her to follow her back, she seemed to also have an unusually friendly grin on her face just like the receptionist. Was. He directed me to his apartment which, as it turned out, was right around the corner from of mine. His cock was still out as we drove and I kept glancing over at it as he stroked it. My cock was throbbing at the sight of his fat, veiny meat stick. He told me his name was Kent and then went on to tell me he was going to make me his bitch tonight. I wasn't sure what he meant by that and I was beginning to have second thoughts. When we got to his place he got out of the car with his cock still. He applied a slow, consistent pressure as he began penetrating her. He was not even glans-deep when he ran into the resistance of her hymen. She was trembling, her eyes screwed tightly shut. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” She nodded. He continued on, gently piercing her maidenhead. He saw a tear trickle down her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?” She quickly and decisively shook her head no. He continued pushing, an inch at a time, feeling the hot, velvety pressure of her unused sheath give up its. Five minutes to speak out about campus violence and respect for others. I need to start a foundation. Maybe I can work with Janice Gifford. What are the most common causes of violence on campus? I need Nicki to do some writing for me." Whoa, cowboy! Let us catch up. What's your purpose?" Rhonda asked."That fucker vandalized her grave!" I shouted. I'd been out to the River of Life early this morning and found the stones overturned, gravel thrown all over everyplace, the rakes broken, and horse.